#except hes not homicidal in my au so

[ophii]

some creeps

[localcanadiancreature62]

Hey did you guys know that i'm actually a huge Addams Family fan?. Well ya do now. That's why i'm going to.. MAKE A FUCKING ADDAMS FAMILY PINES FAMILY AU AHAHAHAHAA,perfect for spooky month (i planned this. i wanted to do another gf au but for Halloweenie). The parallels are uncanny my dudes. Uncanny. Stan being the loving but goofy family man,Fidds being the romantic and kind mom figure (i mean. he already acts like one sooo),Dipper being the weird and curious murder child (except instead of murder or torture,it's mysteries. like the scene with "there's only one thing in a girl's mind" but instead of "boys?. homicide" it's "girls?. mysteries"),Mabel being the fun and a bit dim sidekick to her crazy mad scientist brother,Ford being the crazy uncle that no one has ever heard of until he randomly appeared back home from the asylum one day,Soos being the frankenstein butler,Waddles being the hand (idk it squeals and makes pig noises. Mabel loves it),and Bill being Ford's crazy ex who wants to kill him (Fester ALSO had a crazy ex in Addams Family Values soo). The halloween spirit is strong in me and i am going to sniff it DRY with these ideas AHAHAHAHA. Outcast family who accept each other and other weirdos my beloved ✨. Also it would be SO FUCKING funny to see Stan and Fidds being all "oh cara mia. mi rey" cuz they would ABSOLUTELY fucking do that. Also Wendy is.. Grandmama,cuz witchy vibes.

[satosugusandwich]

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫…

True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Afab!Reader (This is an AU!!! Sukuna is not a homicidal maniac cannibalistic murderer! I think he’s sexy and my morals say no dick from crazy murderer BUT dick from crazy 😍)

Cw: once again mentions of violence from first chapter, self hatred, self-sabotage, sukuna is introspective, but he’s still an asshole, mentions of a sex room (context is necessary to understand lmao)

Description: You've been friends with Yuji Itadori for some time now and have seen the best, the worst, and the strange in all your years of knowing him. You've never thought he was one to have any crazy secrets and well... you were wrong. And now the demon bound to Yuji is bound to you too! How fun! Good thing that you aren't stupid and won't fall for a being that by no means should you have ever interacted with! Right? Right...?

*Yuji is aged up but there will be no sexual stuff with him except maybe like a brief mention but yeah*

Also I mentioned this on Ao3 but this work in inspired by “Teeth” by Lady Gaga (also monster by her is so Sukuna coded)

@dressycobra7

Chapter 2 Here!!!!!

Chapter 3: To Hate One’s Self

You were able to sleep way harder than you anticipated. You suspected that the trauma from the whole ordeal would make you unable to sleep at all but there was something comforting about having Yuji with you and even though you didn’t want to admit it, having a demon bound to you was actually pretty fucking reassuring. When you woke up, you immediately decided that you have no desire to even think about going to class let alone actually go. All you wanted to do was lay in bed and rot a little bit. (Only temporarily, Yuji hoped). Yuji offered to go get breakfast for you two and promised he’d be as fast as possible, so you were left alone with Sukuna in your living room while you scrolled through YouTube videos online.

It didn’t take long for your peaceful scrolling to be interrupted by swearing coming from the living room and then an “aha!” You were curious but also scared to know what exactly Sukuna was doing. You decided to remain there until you heard a loud thud. You didn’t bother to fix your hair or your clothes when you peeked out of the door to peer at Sukuna. He had picked up your recliner and moved it across the room, seemingly had thrown it.

“Do you intend to watch me?” He turned his head toward you and rose to his feet from the floor. You realized what he was doing now, eyeballing the tv remote in his hands.

“Uh, no, just—I was wondering where that was.” You stammered. “I checked under there but—“

“It was lodged in the inside of it. I had to shake it around to get it out.” Sukuna interjected.

“Are you gonna… put it back?” You can’t believe you just asked a scary super intense monster demon thing to move your chair back.

He seemed amused but unsurprised by your question. “It was in the way.” His body was fully turned to you now and you couldn’t help but watch his stomach mouth smirk at you.

You opened your mouth to speak but were far too distracted by how one pair of arms crossed themselves while the others sat on his hips like a disappointed mother. “But that doesn’t answer my question.” You finally spoke.

“If you tell that brat to bring me extra food, I’ll move whatever you like.” He grinned.

Food? Okay. Interesting motivation but relatable you thought to yourself. “Yeah, sure.” You opened up your phone and called Yuji, telling him Sukuna wants extra.

“Man, he already eats comical amounts of food… I’m gonna go bankrupt.” Yuji mumbled over the line.

Sukuna had already moved the recliner back to its original spot and was sat, turning on the television after inspecting the remote closely.

Yuji continued. “I think I’ll get barbecue since I can get a whole lot for really cheap. He gets extra needy after he follows a more crazy command. Are you feeling okay?”

You nod, still watching Sukuna. “Yeah. And bbq is fine. I’ll send you my order.”

After hanging up, you walked back into your room and then into the bathroom to fix yourself. You didn’t want to look in the mirror and when you did, you realized you really were right. Your eyes were dark and your skin was so much paler. On top of that, you could see that bruises formed overnight on areas where the men had gripped you extra hard, and not to mention the dryness of your skin, having neglected drinking anything since you came home. Really, you feel ashamed for what you’ve done, you fucked up your life by sucking some shitheads dick and have given your best friend unnecessary stress. You were miserable. Maybe all you should do is rot.

“Hey brat! Teach me how to navigate your technology!” Sukuna called to you snapping you out of your ideation.

A nasty scowl was on his face and his stomach mouth was certainly not smiling anymore. You looked to your tv and realized it was on the wrong input and he was clicking buttons frustratedly, trying to get it off the error screen. You recall that you were playing video games last time you were out in the living room and you must’ve forgot to switch it back.

“Here, press this button.” You clicked the blue input button and it changed to the regular settings. “What are you trying to watch?”

Sukuna scoffed. “I can find what I want myself, I’ve seen the brat do it enough.” He snatched the remote back from you and slowly started to scroll to Netflix and then clicking on the app. It’s fascinating watching him, it’s like watching an old person use a phone.

“Okay.” You waited a moment before deciding to walk to the kitchen, trying to hide the fact that you were curious to see what he’d try to watch.

Sukuna assumed you wanted to watch him, he was tempted to find something that would make you react in an amused way. He didn’t exactly know what, but was determined to get a reaction out of you. He settled on an interesting title, How to Build A Sex Room. Perfect. “Hm.” Sukuna mumbled. “Humans still fuck like rabbits.”

You didn’t know what to say. But what made it worse for you? You had already started watching that show in the past. So it started in the middle of an episode.

“The hell? This doesn’t seem to be right, it’s in the middle of the show.” Then his head was suddenly facing you. “Someone must’ve been watching it.”

You were blushing and even though his face was completely indifferent, you could see his stomach mouth smirking again. “Maybe.” Is all you said. Let’s pray the demon that you just met doesn’t realize that you’re a freak and that he doesn’t understand technology at all.

Sukuna found the restart button fast. Yeah, he knows enough. Damn Yuji for being such a movie nerd! And damn Yuji for having a demon that watches him!

“Hey, I got a a question.” You tried to deflect from your embarrassment.

Sukuna remained fixated on the screen. “I suppose I’ll indulge.”

“Do you have to be around me or Yuji? Or can you roam free?”

Sukuna pursed his lips. “Regrettably, I’m stuck with both of you. If I could roam completely free, I wouldn’t be anywhere near here.” He answered honestly, seemingly unconcerned with how you feel toward his answer.

“How far can you go?”

“That’s already two I’ve answered.”

“Sorry.”

He let out a huff of air. “I’m only teasing. The distance depends, there’s no specification. Sometimes it depends on the security of the master. Presently, you don’t feel very safe so I can’t go far. I could’ve gone with the brat and maintained better distance, but I hate being stuffed into his vehicle.”

That makes sense, he was practically in a million different positions trying to remain comfortable in your friend’s car, thinking about the way he was having to sit made you realize it was a lot funnier than you remember. The recliner he was situated in was almost the perfect size to hug his body. You were sure he’s grateful to not have to follow Yuji anymore, but then again, he can’t get that far away from you either.

“Sorry you can’t leave.” You said.

Sukuna didn’t respond and instead focused on the screen. You attempted to shuffle away now, finding yourself to feel very awkward.

“Hey, brat.” Right as you got to your door he spoke. “You went to sleep with that man, right? I’ve heard you speak about your outings with the other brat and I find it pitiful you choose such sad men.”

Oh shit, you can feel that same tightness in your throat coming again as well as embarrassment flood your senses. You didn’t answer him.

“In my era, a woman like you would’ve been thrown to the masses, celebrated. I never had any interest in women like that but the men that did were ones who could not stand on their own. Taking cock from a man like that will ruin you.”

His words took you aback, not just because of his brazen use of the work cock, but also what felt to you like harsh advice. You sucked down the urge to cry and asked him, “why are you telling me this?”

Sukuna pondered over what he should answer with. “I don’t like watching misery.”

You entered your room and shut the door, unsure if he was being compassionate or shaming you. Either way, the words still hurt. Sukuna himself wondered if he should’ve said that, he doesn’t exactly care for you or anything and neither has he cared for anyone in a very long time, maybe it was an inkling of the past coming through. It was true, he can’t stand watching misery, watching someone wallow in it reminded him far too much of his own upbringing and the sense of being rejected. He had to make his way to the top, to earn the title of Sukuna. He’s long forgotten his name, cursed it to the back of his mind, a part of him he doesn’t desire to remember.

Soon after, Yuji arrived with all of your food and left Sukuna with his family sized meal before entering and seeing you bundled up burrito style on your bed. He could see the redness of your face and immediately knew you were crying again or was. He didn’t acknowledge it, choosing to try and keep you in a good mood by talking about the experience at the restaurant. Luckily, because of his stupid attitude, you were laughing pretty quickly.

Then he popped a question out. “What is Sukuna watching?”

You snorted. “How to build a sex room.”

His eyes widened and his nick stretched forward. “Huh?”

You were laughing a lot harder now. “Don’t ask me, he likes what he likes. You got a freak bound to your family lineage.”

Yuji slumped down onto your floor dramatically. “Man, he’s already a handful now, I can’t imagine how much worse he’s going to get with you now.”

A yell came through the door. “I can hear you!” Yuji straightened fast and you couldn’t help but laugh even harder. He’s such an idiot.

Sukuna wasn’t too amused, hearing Yuji so openly trash talk him and very loudly. Your laughter didn’t make it any better and he found it to be out of place after what you went through. He also doesn’t appreciate being called a freak. At least you’re attempting to move on, Sukuna could applaud you for trying.

“If I hear anything else, you’ll regret it, brat!”

“Whatever!” Yuji yelled back before quieting his voice. “He’s all talk, he can’t do anything to us. Unless we tell him to. Also, he tends to say things in a really abrasive way. He didn’t say anything to you, did he?”

You told him what he said and Yuji’s face shifted back into shock. “The last part was kinda funny. Who says cock so casually?” You laughed, cupping your hand around your mouth to try and keep quiet.

“Yeah, he’s a fucking weirdo.” Yuji was too loud.

“ITADORI!” He shouted and soon enough your bedroom door was wide open. “You sure have a lot to say after I saved your friend so kindly, your ass as well, and even stayed behind to protect her. Not a single thank you.” The demon feigned offense. “Shouldn’t you be groveling and worshipping me for doing such a feat for you?”

You could tell he was mostly joking and trying to irritate Yuji, but you really did realize you needed to thank him. You can’t believe you forgot.

“Hey, listen! You are weird, you’re from like a thousand years ago and are watching a freaky-deaky show! You also have bbq sauce on your stomach mouth! You have a literal mouth on your stomach!” Yuji stood up fast but Sukuna’s towering frame made him look like a child yelling at their father.

Sukuna was grinning down at him. “Hah. Your mouth is running exceptionally fast, might I tell her about that time you got so drunk you pissed on your own floor?”

You rolled back on the bed laughing and Yuji was beat red. “You—you saw that!?”

Sukuna wiped his mouth, briefly glancing over to you. “It was entertaining, how could I not watch?”

You put your hand on Yuji’s shoulder. “It’s okay, it happens to the best of us.”

Sukuna scoffed. “Your kindness is misplaced.”

Hearing his words, you were brought back to your thoughts and managed to make yourself stop snickering. You almost forgot again! Rising up from the bed, you stepped between the two men, confusing both of them, then you bowed your head in front of Sukuna.

His grin faded and his expression turned sober. “What’s this?”

“Thank you for saving me.” You remain bowed. “I’m sorry for not answering your question earlier, as well.”

The demon looked at your head hanging before turning around and saying, “Your apologies are unnecessary, but I will take the gratitude.” He closed your door and you lifted your head, turning back to Yuji.

“Whoa, that’s unusual.” He said. “Sukuna is usually a lot more arrogant than that. You must’ve shaken him up or something.”

You stood there for a moment, pondering Yuji’s words. It was strange, he’s someone who seems to think highly of himself but just blew off your apology like it was nothing. Especially since he was framing what he did as a favor, you expected to see more of a jovial reaction or even a degrading one. He doesn’t seem to be heartless, just a little out of touch, so his reaction does make some sort of sense. Regardless, you don’t know him all that well so perhaps something is off about your newfound bonded demon.

Sukuna sunk back into the chair and continued watching the show, or really what he was doing was watching the images while his brain ran. After watching you from the side from time to time, he determined your naive and self-sabotaging habits to be a bore and overall sad, but now that he’s interacted with you, he almost feels guilty for having seen you in such a negative light. To be so grateful to him when he expressed saving you as a favor, as an obligation, shocked him. Should you not be screeching insults and your disdain at him? Are you that much of a self-hating creature? Did he even view saving you as a favor? He didn’t know, he hasn’t felt pulled to anyone since the Heian era or connected at all in that matter. He wondered, would he have saved you if Yuji had not commanded him to? Is he a creature still capable of compassion and empathy after experiencing all that he has?

[thechaoticscenejester]

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[hiemaldesirae]

picked up this book called 'murder your employee: the mcmasters guide to homicide vol 1' from my local bookstore and . Hmmm. am i hearing murder academy radiostatic au... (<- delusional)

quick rundown of the books setting (time period vaguely 1950s, before 1962 at the latest) is that there's this murder academy (i say that but its closer to a uni than a boarding school which is typically what i think of when i read academy) open to applicants of all ages to train their students to murder. the admissions fee is an extremely high price, but regular people can enter in via sponsorships (like scholarships, sort of, but its more like a specific rich person sponsoring the candidate). the students don't operate on a regular year by year schedule because 1) no one knows where the school is and thus cannot always tell even what season it is much less the month 2) students are informed of their graduation basically the day of, when the faculty decides theyre ready to leave and complete their thesis project (AKA the murder). anyway its a very fun book and so of course i had to be insane about its premise

For what it was worth, Alastor hadn't meant at all to end up studying at the Hazbin Institution for Homicide Practitioners.

Which, in fairness, was just a fancier way of saying that he hadn't meant to get caught.

It had been a situation entirely out of his control. For whatever reason, that night, the swamp had been especially difficult to navigate- even alone, much less with a bloodied and battered body slung over his shoulder, he's quite certain it would have been a struggle to work his way around the place. And while that had never been a problem the few dozen or so times he'd made the trek before (granted, they were without the actual body in his hands, but it didn't make much of a difference when he'd been carrying heavy sacks of sand to offset the weight), there was an unfortunate caveat in his plan.

He hadn't banked on being seen and followed by a truly infuriating pair of 'detectives' (though surely whatever idea they'd held of a detective was truly and fully siphoned from one of those insipid moving pictures his dear Mimzy was ever so obsessed with), and he hadn't expected to be offered a spot as a student at this... interesting facility.

The smiley man sitting in front of him nods emphatically as Alastor finishes his little cajoling speech. The nametag on his black and red suitjacket reads Dean Morningstar, and a half-poured cup of brandy sits on the side of his table. Alastor eyes the alcohol with interest, if only because looking anywhere else in the room might make him lose composure and attack the bothersome man sitting across from him.

"So, then... Mr. Hartfelt, is it true that your next target was to be your father?"

Alastor narrows his eyes at the dean. The room's atmosphere seems to drop as he holds his gaze, both of them wearing smiles that convey vastly different emotions. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to."

Of course, such a lousy comeback isn't tantamount to a proper argument (unless you're the type who enjoys messing with people, which Alastor is in all moments except this one) and the dean smiles when he realizes Alastor's slip up.

"See, you have an extremely generous patron backing you on your goal... not only to take down your father, who, by the way, seems to owe you quite a lot, considering your less than stellar upbringing and childhood, so good luck with that one, but also in relation to the other bodies that have been found half-submerged in the swamp." The little devil smiles merrily. "Sorry about that one, by the way. But we had to be sure you were a good candidate for our very highly revered course list. I mean... your sponsor is paying a lot of money to see you succeed, so... we had to be pretty thorough. Again, sorry, but it's just standard protocol."

Alastor clenches his jaw, feeling his eye twitch. He'd more or less tuned out whatever else Dean Morningstar had said after he admitted to resurfacing the already weeks old bodies in the swamp- Alastor's very first targets- as a means of... assessing him, apparently. "So you're the reason the bodies have started turning up in the bayou...?"

"Not entirely," Dean Morningstar shrugs, providing no further context. "In any case, this is sort-of a caught with pants down situation, I think. You don't have many options, Mr. Hartfelt. Either you stay as a student, or we let the truth out- and let your mother know first, before getting rid of you."

He grins sunnily at Alastor. "What will it be, young man?"

So, that was that.

Following that conversation (blackmailing session) Alastor finds himself being the unwitting recipient of a campus guide by the dean himself, who, despite his short stature and seemingly accomodating personality, had already managed to make himself an enemy in the form of one (1) incredibly vexed young radio host slash serial killer in the making.

"...And that's the Music Hall, where my vice-dean and most beloved wife holds her concerts and lectures on Murder, as a Fine Arts- you may notice the ingenious references there to one Mr. Thomas De Quincey, the famed opium eater of the 1800s London..." Alastor turns a blind eye to the dean as the man just kept on talking, choosing instead to focus on the surroundings instead of the urge to strangle the annoyance beside him.

The trip to the Hazbin Institution for Homicide Practitioners- a mouthful and an incredibly unnecessary one at that- had been less a trip to a school and more like a kidnapping, in which Alastor had been more or less blackmailed into going with the two detectives who'd found him in the bayou that day and then drugged to high hell from some sort of tampered liquor, then promptly deposited in front of the school gates and almost fed broken glass twice before nearly being poisoned and then having to sit through another blackmailing session with the Dean (the guy who'd tried to poison him in the first place). So... all in all, a rather unpleasant experience on his end.

Still, the scenery almost made up for it.

The campus was almost the size of his town back home, and towering gothic buildings from before his time populated the grounds. Signs in different languages were littered around the campus grounds, and exotic foliage grew in just the right places to make the patchwork of cobbled streets and oddly vintage buildings look uniform.

"Oh, Vox! How are you this afternoon?"

Alastor's attention is drawn back to the dean as the man greets a young man dressed in formal evening attire, complete with a pocket square boutonniere and sleek black gloves. The man in question has short-ish black hair, tied back into a small ponytail with a deep blue ribbon, and two striking eyes: one a glassy larimar blue and the other the deep brown of axinite gems. Alastor finds himself regarding the other while he and the dean make simple conversation. Something about him strikes him as familiar, though he can't quite put a finger on it exactly. "Going to the Music Hall, I presume?"

"That would be correct, Sir," Vox inclines his head respectfully. "Professor Leviathan asked us to dress for the occasion, since we would be doing another ballroom class."

"Ballroom class?" Alastor raises an eyebrow, and the man startles, seemingly not having noticed he was there. Rather inept for an assassin-to-be, Alastor frowns. Were these really the sorts of students they were training? Pretty-faced civilians knowing nothing of killing, who dressed up in evening gather for afternoon classes?

"A-ah, yes..." Vox looks off to the side, seemingly nervous. His cheeks redden slightly, like a child caught in the act of stealing candy. "Uh. You're new here, right? I haven't seen you around before..."

"He is," Dean Morningstar confirms, beaming. "Just arrived this morning, with a very generous sponsor backing him. In fact, he's going to be rooming at Pride House because of the sponsor!"

"Oh, is that so?"

Vox's easy confidence seems to come back to him as he turns to Alastor, seemingly mollified by the Dean's interference. Something inside of Alastor wants to see the man nervous again, if only because the uneasy approach of the man with the gemstone eyes reminded him of the shaky-footed does he would fake out during hunts. "Well, in that case, we might be roommates. It's nice to meet you, Mister...?"

"Hartfelt. Alastor Hartfelt," Dean Morningstar says before Alastor can introduce himself, smiling even when Alastor directs a glare at the man. "He's quite the upstart, I'll have you know- Hell, I think he may have set more fires on his first day here than you did!"

Vox chuckles awkwardly, a reaction that has Alastor's eyebrows raising with curiosity. "Well, I'd sure hope not. I really wouldn't want to cause Professor Leviathan any more trouble than we already have. He deserves a bit of a break from troublemakers like us, I'd say."

While Alastor is... okay, not really all that sure what exactly Dean Morningstar was referring to with 'fires started'- in his case, they were all non literal, considering his first arrival here had ended with him on the wrong end of a shotgun (its irony was not lost to him now, three hours later and standing in the middle of what looked to be a town square plucked straight out of Vienna's bustling populace despite the fact that they were in a location completely unknown to the rest of the world)... but whatever this man had done... it intrigued him, especially given Vox's reaction to it.

"Anyway..." Vox smiles once more, inclining his head in a bow. "I really do have to get going now. If I don't, I'm afraid I may be late, and Professor Asmodeus always picks on the latecomers to answer questions first."

"Ah, we won't keep you any longer, then," Dean Morningstar agrees genially. "Have a good afternoon, Mister Vanhal!"

"You too, Dean Morningstar, Mister Hartfelt," Vox bows once more, before turning off and heading in the direction of the Music Hall. Alastor regards the other man's retreating silhouette carefully.

"Is there something you want to say, young man?" Dean Morningstar snaps him out of his reverie, covering the faint smirk on his face with a gloved hand.

While Alastor wishes he could simply meet the other with simple derision, there is a question he had been meaning to ask. "What was the evening get up for?"

Dean Morningstar shrugs, but there's a glint of something Alastor doesn't quite like in his eyes. "Why don't you go and ask Vox yourself, if you're so interested?"

"...I'm surprised your staff haven't tried to murder you yet," Alastor responds shortly. He's much too tired and frustrated to entertain the man, and- well, frankly put, his mind is a little distracted at the moment at the thought of the man with the mismatched eyes.

Dean Morningstar laughs. "They're certainly welcome to try, as are you. After all, you're now a student of the Hazbin Instution for Homicide Practitioners- and we pride ourselves on our hands-on, engaging curriculum. Hopefully, your sponsor finds what they're looking for by sending you here."

"Hopefully," Alastor agrees. After all, there's nothing else to say: from here on out, it seems to be do or die.

Student Report written with input and conference from Dean Lucifer Morningstar

Student: Alastor Hartfelt, 29 years old, Sponsor

Sponsor: [REDACTED]

To the esteemed and generous sponsor of one Mister Alastor Hartfelt,

Enclosed is a report of your charge's first day at our esteemed institution. Please dispose of this report as soon as you are finished reading it for privacy insurances. We at the Hazbin Institution for Homicide Practitioners thank you for your interest and your patronage.

Sincerely, Dean Lucifer Morningstar.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

once again dropping this bomb on @toffeebrew

previously on high school au z...

"nightmare..." one person of the trio breathes out

"hello dream," nightmare greets back with a malicious smile.

"oh hi, night-kun!" ink, the resident artist who is on track to study aboard, waves with a beaming face, while blue facepalms next to him.

"ink, he's our enemy. remember?" the other member of the disciplinary committee says in a resigned tone.

"oh right!" ink exclaims, then makes a heroic pose. "nightmare, what are you doing here?"

"i had a feeling you buffoons will try to break into killer's house, so here i am, preventing you from doing so."

"what do you want to do with color-san?" dream, the head of the disciplinary committee, asks.

"my plan stays the same, dear otouto. with his innate powers, i can rid the world of you and control it," nightmare declares with a chuckle.

"not if i have any say in this!" dream exclaims. he pulls a device out of his bag and a light engulfs the surrounding area. when it dies down, it reveals dream, blue, and ink in different color-coordinated outfits and cutesy-looking weapons: dream with a bow-covered bow and arrows, blue with a hobbyhorse hammer, and ink with an oversized brush. they are the secret magical squad, the heroes of the town, the star sanses!

nightmare drops his schoolbag and also transforms. a pool of black goop covers his body from the feet up, and his eye turns from purple to turquoise. his back sprouts tentacles like writhing tapeworms.

"you're gonna die today, starlights..." nightmare grins, and summons his shadowy servant figures to attack.

the star sanses attack back with their magical powers and weapons, the onslaught of minions do not deter them any slightest as they are used to this. after a while, when the empty streets are near destroyed, ink's phone rings.

"uh, wait guys!" ink calls out while batting a minion away then creating a shield so they can duck and read the messages on their phone. "i got a call from dad-1!"

(a/n: everyone is fatherless except for ink and color)

"hurry up then!" blue shouts back, in the middle of a ten-on-one battle himself.

ink shouts back again, "i think i have to go now! i have a cram school session that i can't miss again! or chichi will get real disappointed!" to nightmare he says, "can we have a rain-check on this, night-kun?"

nightmare thinks for a moment before recalling his shadow minions. with a haughty voice, he says, "very well. for ink's scholarship, i will stop here today. but we will continue this this weekend."

with that, he slowly disappears into a black pool in the ground. dream shouts after him, "onii-san, wait!" but too late, nightmare has blipped away, leaving the star trio behind on the destroyed streets.

"uh..." blue says after a somber silence, "so are we still breaking into killer-kun's apartment or...?"

"you guys can do that," ink says. "i have to go to cram school now."

"me and blue-kun can do that. thanks, ink-chan," dream replies with a tired smile on his face, no doubt troubled by his brother's homicidal tendencies again for the ninth time this week.

"no problem!" with that, ink runs away as quick as possible. dream and blue look at each other, then at the building where they will commit their first illegal act together.

meanwhile... at the cooking baking contest (i hope you guys don't forget about this)

"fufu, actually," vamp giggles from her panel, "there will be a fourth judge with us today."

dust and cross look at each other, with both their plates of cookies presented to the judges.

did you rig this with a fourth judge, cross scowls at dust silently.

no, you're the one who did this, dust scowls back, equally silent.

well, even with the fourth judge, you cannot get out of this one, cross sticks his tongue out mockingly.

just you wait, you snotty brat, dust burns a hole in cross with his intense glare.

the mysterious fourth judge comes in, and everyone gasps.

it's epic-senpai himself!

"hi there, bruh!" epic says. "i heard there are free cookies!"

"what," delta utters from the sidelines, absolutely done with this. "is this why you haven't responded to my texts the entire time, epic?!"

mortified, dust whips his head to where killer is in the audience and makes the sign frantically. killer, upon seeing the sign, sends a text to his secret agent standing just near the fire alarm.

emergency time :3, he sends.

seconds later, the fire alarm rings, much to shock and fear of the students in the room.

"what?!" "where's the fire?!" "everyone calm down!"

the sprinklers activate and spray water everywhere. suddenly, multiple hisses and booms occur around the room, freaking everyone else more. everyone runs out of the room, fearing for the lives as the small fireworks occur. killer grins to himself, even as horror suddenly grabs him and whispers aggressively.

"what the fuck, killer?!!" horror darts his eye to delta, who is escorting everyone out, then back at killer. "did you seriously put potassium in the fucking flour?! are you crazy?!"

"it's dust-chan's idea," killer shoots back.

"oh my stars, you guys are insane..." horror bemoans. "i don't know why i even hang out with you..."

"aww, horror-chan~" killer pats horror on his head. "don't worry, next time you can do the terrorizing instead."

[daka-d3monb0y]

1- What's the name of your AU if there is one? If no official name what would you call it?

Time Variant Authority/ Time Travel AU

2- What is the most prominent differing factor between your AU and the original source Material?

Time travel was discovered by The Creator, though he deemed it too powerful and catastrophic to use. Eclipse got his grubby little hands on it and just had it. Monty discovers it and is the first to use it.

3- What is your favorite character in the source material and who's your favorite character within your AU?

In canon I Miku is my favorite character xD, I just like the chaos she brings. In this AU my favorite character in this is Eclipse. He's more of an evil Solar actually and that's what's interesting to me.

4- Are any of the characters in a relationship (QPR, Romantic, Emotional, ect.)? If so what are the most defined ones you've built so far, and within the universe how did their bond come along?

There are canon romantic relationships. But I go into Eclipse's relationship with Puppet a lot, we see how they fell apart by his actions when he's time travelling. Monty and Moon's relationship is vital to the story, Moon is a kind of key character to the universe itself.

5-What 'fanfic tropes/fanfic tags' does your AU use?

Uhhhhhh I have no clue.

6-Do any characters within your AU have any disabilities (mental or physical)?

Monty has ADHD, Sun has anxiety and OCD, Moon is "eccentric", Eclipse is a sociopath, and Puppet has PTSD. Uhh idk what else.

7- Do any characters have familial bond amongst eachother? If so how strong are their bonds, and how did they come about?

The family bond is very important to this story. Eclipse is Lunar's father in this so their relationship is important. As the AU progresses Eclipse becomes addicted to time travel and the power he has being able to change time itself, he ends up isolating himself from Lunar and the rest of his family.

Sun and Moon were made by Creator, separating made Eclipse, he made Lunar, Earth is made by Creator. Bloodmoon and KC were never made/born, instead Moon, Eclipse, and Lunar have parts of the homicide code.

8- What are the ages of the characters in your au? Or are the ageless/immortal?

Robots (for the main variant of this AU). Everyone is adults except Lunar.

9- what's the general world like? Is it futuristic, modern, apocalyptic, post-apocalyptic, does it take place mainly in a coffee shop or something of the sort?

Starts out in the Pizzaplex, they're just doing their jobs. Moon dies actually, Monty time travels Eclipse follows him. Eclipse keeps doing it, changing the dimension as he pleases.

[Moon never invented portal travel, or doesn't until later. So nobody knew there were other dimensions, it was kinda just a theory Moon had.]

10 - are you working on any fanworks (fanfic, askblogs, rp blogs, animation, comics, ect.) about this au? If so link them!

I'd like to make a comic-type thing for this, but it will mostly be written out and released on Wattpad and AO3.

11 - What is the worst thing(s) that happened to a character(s)? Did they have a tough life, a loss, or anything of the sort? If so what? How did it affect them?

It starts out "happy". In the way of there isn't the craziness and adventures the canon has. There's just the Pizzaplex. I'll explain later in the story how the homicide code was an important thing earlier but is no longer as much anymore. Moon never fully trusts Eclipse, especially around people.

12 - what's the best thing(s) that happened to a character(s)? How did it affect them?

Uhhhh July 16th never happened. So yay. Maybe I'll add an adult Evelien. Creator doesn't appear as bad as he is in canon.

13 - Did you take any unique design choices for any of the characters? If so describe or show them off!

I plan to draw but for now have Gacha designs (the designs can/ might change)

14 - What character(s) in the AU have been worked on and built up the most and what are they like?

Eclipse is the main character, and kind of the villain in the story. I go into Lunar a lot too.

15 - What is your least favorite character in the source material, and what's your least favorite character in your au?

Vegeta. I love him, but I hate him. He's so cringe. Probably in the AU too, because I need some chaos.

16- Is there any major personality changes you made to the characters?

Lunar mostly. He's considered a kid but he matures a lot throughout the story. He's a lot more like his dad than he should be.

17 - What is the most 'out of character' thing in your AU?

Idk I try to keep them pretty close to the original scouse material?

18 - How long have you been working on this AU?

A few days tbh xD.

19 - Is there any OC's or self-inserts? If so what are they like and how do they affect the story?

I don't use OCs in fanfiction media.

20 - What inspired this AU?

There's somewhere in an Astral Spiff video (I think in a few) where he explains when doing tasks out of order in SB you have to be careful to not skip one of Moon's segments or he jumpscares you. That's been called TVA Moon, and the inspiration for this AU.

21 - Has your AU steered off of your original plan for it at all? If so do you like how its changed? If it stayed the same what's the base idea for it exactly?

I accidentally started writing it as a Human AU variant, so throughout the story you see two parallel dimensions. Both the Eclipses will technically meet.

22 - Do you have any variations of this specific AU? If you do how do they differ amongst eachother?

Oh. Well, yeah, the human variant. And later when you're at the TVA you see hundreds of people time travelling.

23 - Does this AU bring you comfort/was it made for comfort?

No. It's very angst heavy. It starts with Moon's death, there is nothing comforting about this.

24 - Is this your only TSBS AU or do you have any other ones? If other ones is this one your favorite?

I have a bunch. I mostly write for my Main Human AU. I enjoyed working on it.

25 - What parts of the AU are you proudest of?

The reveal of TVA Moon. He just throws Eclipse on the ground and drags him through a portal. It's really funny, and the whole AU has always been about him even tho we follow Eclipse.

26 - Do you keep this AU mostly private to yourself? If so why?

No. I just have only been working on this for a few days lol.

27 - would you consider this AU to be dark, light, fluffy, or what would it fall under and why?

Dark probably. It's got angst, Eclipse destroying his life and dimension, hurting his family. Yeah :P

[jojosquires]

I mean, but for why?

So, as is the way of this site, I've been seeing more and more Reverse!Robin AU breakdowns recently and... I just can't. (Disclaimer: Like what you like, I don't care... It's your life don't let others dictate your taste AKA this is my opinion and I'm allowed to have it just like you're allowed to have yours)

Why? Why? Why? Why does almost everyone just flipflop Tim and Jason's stories, huh? Everyone else still gets to be themselves (Damian is still grumpy yet skilled, Dick still gets to be an acrobat that lost his parents (though his anger gets downplayed, but that's a regular fanon issue not relegated to just this AU)). Tim always, always seems to have to be the one who dies in this AU and becomes Red Hood (except for like... Two that I've seen) and Jason comes in and takes Tim's "save Batman" role. Which, inevitably, leads right back to the fanon Jason&Tim dynamic that I'm also just.... So tired of.

It's just... Such a fundamental misunderstanding of their characters (not the least of which is due to the fact that Tim's hero is always Dick moreso than anyone else... So why would he even become a vigilante here unless the circus happens at a weird time?). Tim is not five seconds from a homicidal rampage. Even when he's close to murder he pulls back (usually of his own accord... Drags other people away from it too). Honestly, compared to the rest of the Batfam he's got decent mental health a lot of the time with some very reasonable rough patches. Jason has a lot of trauma already from dealing with piss poor adults. He's not emotionally prepared enough to be the light to Batman's darkness if he just lost a different Robin. It's also kinda why he shouldn't have been put in the Robin suit right away. Dick needed justice when he took on Robin and then learned to do the same for others over time. Jason needed a home and to see how systemic issues can be solved through investment in the community and social change. Beating up thugs in Gotham doesn't solve the injustice Jason had to deal with as a child (poverty and homelessness and drugs and domestic abuse). (Sorry, I think that's a separate rant and doesn't mean I don't think Jason should've been Robin... Just that the justice he needs for his childhood trauma is different than Dick's or Damian's or even Steph and Cass)

So, yeah, I don't know. In general, I really just dislike this AU as a whole. In comics, I think characters reign over story because there are hundreds of different storylines. If your characters suck... The story probably is gonna die out anyway. So, flipping the script on these characters just invalidates a lot of other characters. A ripple effect.

Jason and Tim are both great characters on their own. Jason's story as Red Hood makes way more sense than it ever would for Tim. Please stop molding them together. It makes both of them worse.

That's it. Sorry for the rant. I just really dislike how interchangeable all the Bat fandom makes Jason and Tim.

Others can probably articulate this better, but I need drive to work and I'd rather think about the next scene I'm writing than this. So, now that this is out in the void, I can focus.

Also, if I see "Jason is Tim's Robin" one more time today...I think I might go on an entirely different rant. It won't be as polite, I think.

[dayurno]

christmas dinner at palmetto

jean and wymack are "not arguing" by keeping their voices as low as possible while exchanging the rudest passive aggressive insults known to man

abby is shaking her head and sipping from the expensive wine that kevin brought

and kevin is ignoring the homicide to be while obsessive double checking that all the gifts were brought in and are ready under the tree and "kevin darling you don't have to keep checking, the elf on the shelf isn't going to steal them and sprint out the door like neil-"

DYING TO BE IN THE JEAN-WYMACK TABLE RIGHT NOW........ i need to see them being passive aggressive to each other........... they're both releasing arsenic into the air and kevin's like my family~ :) the foxes have an expert tabling system that allows for no arguments to be brought up in their christmas dinner but they rarely allocate for jean so he always gets sat with wymack and they never let each other have a good christmas. it's tradition at this point. you can see how hard wedding tables planning will be now that kevin married this man

my friend and i have a kevjean au where kevin and thea get divorced a little bit after having their daughter and thea goes out to travel for a period after realizing much of her life has been only about the nest and what the ravens wanted of her even years post-college, and kevin ends up being a stay at home dad of sort post-retirement. this is important because i am going to tell you this: when jean becomes a stepfather he takes it SERIOUSLY. a mix of booze and whimsy forces him to dress as santa claus for amalia one christmas and now he does it every year with no exception. i need you to imagine jean moreau dressed up as santa for kevin's little daughter. ok. i need you to visualize that with me

[riveriafalll]

Writeblr introduction I guess?

Guess what bitches (affectionate) I’ve been here for like six months and I’m finally making a writeblr introduction. I have just vibed within the community for all this time, and I reckon it’s time to actually confirm my existence as an actual writer.

A bit about me: you can call me River, I mainly write fanfiction for quite a few fandoms, I’m a full time student, I use all pronouns (agender bitches for the win) and autistic currently seeking diagnosis.(in this economy? I know, right?)

I’m open for all tag games and asks (please include me, I promise I won’t procrastinate on the tag game until it’s three weeks later and it’s too awkward to post it then)

Here is my master list of wips, categorised by fandom. The majority of these are not being regularly written in, but they all will one day find a home on the archive I promise.

I will link them up to their respective WIP introduction pages as they happen, if you want to hear about one sooner, let me know <3

Harry Potter

No Time to Die: Drarry au where I kill off Draco in the first scene, have many clever plot-fixes and throw in as much LGBTQ rep as I can

Aelia Lovegood - Luna Lovegood has a pyromaniacal twin who is trying to fix racism by punching Nazi children in the face. It’s mostly working

Oh dear it’s a time loop fic - Draco and Hermione are trapped in a time loop, what will they do? (Troll everyone for basically eternity, and try not to go mad)

The fic where Harry is a sociopath, and goes full homicidal mode on Voldemort along with a scary Hermione and a power-hungry Ron - eh the title explains it well enough

when stars collide (a black hole forms) - a person from our world falls into the HP universe, and immediately tries to mother hen her family out of being evil. Callidora is the twin sister of Bellatrix, and spends the next thirty or so years attempting to fix everyone through the power of love. It works most of the time.

Harry Potter and the job he should have gotten - thirteen years after the end of the War, Minerva McGonagall has a staffing crisis and breaks into people’s homes until they agree to teach. Harry/Theo Knott, Hermione/Pansy and Draco girlbossing it by himself while figuring out how to be a single father.

Marvel

Of Godparents and Aunt-sassins - Jokingly, a couple name the godparent of their new child as Loki. No one expects him to except. Ava is a menace, Loki is a gender fluid icon, a wonderful brother and a terrible influence, Natasha is the vodka aunt, Clint is the fun uncle, Cooper Barton is the responsible one, Peter is a tiny adorable baby who gets adopted, and the Avengers live the 2012 Tower life

SHIELD: An Unofficial Guide - based off the SHIELD survival tips blog here on tumblr, written up in a guide-book form, complete with neatly organised chapters and unique anecdotes

A Glitch in the System - Glitch, a winter-widow and the last remanent of HYDRA, is sent to assassinate the Avengers. When she fails, she runs away and meets a certain spider-child on a rooftop. Featuring a teenage Loki, an amnesiac Pietro and a certain blonde widow, who’ve all moved into May Parker’s apartment, and a lot of miscommunication between just about everyone

Loki doki timey wimey - set during Thor:Ragnorok, Tony and co notice that Loki has reappeared on Midgard, and promptly break into Doctor Stranges house to question him. Dr S promptly gets very annoyed by Tony and Lokis inability to get on, and sends them away to the magical equivalent of a get along shirt, which goes wrong and leaves Tony and Loki stranded in a time loop. They’re under the impression that the loop will break when they learn to get along, Dr Strange is doing nothing to disillusion them of that.

(This is the image that my beta once_and_future_fandoms made when I ranted about it to them)

Another life - something I started before the Loki show came out (take that Marvel), starts at the beginning of Infinity War, when a female Loki dies at the hands of Thanos, meets the personification of the universe, merges with the Tesseract, leaving her with a shapeshifting familiar and teleporting powers. She then travels briefly through the multiverse and lands in the OG Marvel universe, with a Tom Hiddleston themed Loki and attempts to fix stuff through the power of having a giant snake and knives.

Bucky and the time he lived in the woods with his murder daughters - Bucky escapes from HYDRA in the 90s with Natasha and Yelena. They live in the mountains of Romania together, learning how to be actual real life people and incidentally becoming cryptida along the way. Natasha and Yelena join SHIELD in their early twenties, and continue happily along their way in the canon plot, until their father James comes to visit the Avengers Tower after the Battle of New York, and bumps into a familiar blonde…

Supernatural

Woahhhh it’s Emmy - Emmy, (long for MJ, short for Mary Junior), is the standard extra Winchester OC, twin sister of Sam, who is almost as bad at talking through her problems as Dean is. While Sam went to Smamford, and Dean ran around with John, Emmy started a weapons dealing company for hunters, travelling around under the guise of an occult shop. She reluctantly joins back up with her brothers in season 1, just to make sure her dumbasses don’t get themselves killed. She solves half of the shows problems with a glock.

Doctor Who

Who the fuck is Sally Sparrow? - Kat Sparrow has grown up knowing that things live in the darkness. The Sparrows are known by all the intelligence agency’s of the world, for their abilities to find and trap those things. Their specialty? Angels. When River Song appears on her doorstep one night, telling her that she has an angel to catch, Kat does the only thing she can, and joins the Doctor, River and Amy in the TARDIS to catch it. Kat thinks it’s fantastic, Amy enjoys having a friend whos roughly her age, and River is cryptic as ever. The Doctor, however, would really like to know how the hell a human girl is capable of subduing the most deadly creature in the universe.

Redo of Sally Sparrow except there’s no Sally Sparrow and a completely different plot line - When River tumbles into the TARDIS at the start of the infamous Maze of the Angels episode, she brings someone else with her - her adopted daughter, Astra. Unknown to 11, Astra is his child from the future, the result of a coupling between 12 and Missy, who was partially raised by both of them and the other half by River. Featuring: Astra is briefly evil and genocidial, Astra gets therapy with 14 and Donna, Astra flirts constantly with half of his companions, River, Missy and 13 all walk into a bar, and the combination of lesbianism causes a rift in time and space, and someone really needs to stop 12 from naming people after his past companions.

The Vampire Diaries

TVDeeznuts - Cassie Gilbert, twin sister of Jeremy, heads off to an out of state boarding school after being compelled by Damon in an attempt to protect the first person to have trusted him unconditionally in the last hundred and fifty years. Yes, he might have been a crow for half of it, but the thought is what counts, right? Unfortunately, being the danger magnet she is, Cassie immediately manages to befriend a local artist by the name of Nik Mikaelson. Three kidnappings later, Cassie is the first honorary Mikaelson since Marcel. Let’s just hope it doesn’t go quite as bad as his did.

Shadow hunters

Making my OCs be adopted by a bunch of vampires has nothing to do with my parental issues I promise - Autumn, a rather shy twelve year old, is Turned into a vampire rather unexpectedly by a less than stable Maureen who wants to be best friends forever. She immediately attaches herself to Raphael, who is horrified, but ultimately decides that he can use the situation to gaslight Magnus into believing that she’s always been around. Autumn has no objections, Lily thinks it hilarious, and Elliot is just happy to have a little sister.

Shadow hunting my multiple mental illnesses - Astoria Fray is perfectly normal. She does her homework, eats far too many chips, and goes out to parties with her best friends Lily, Elliot and Raphael. And then her mom gets kidnapped, her sister goes missing, her uncle won’t talk to her, and a very sparkly man tells her that he’s a friend of her mothers and that she can stay at his place. And as if that wasn’t enough, turns out that she’s not human, her dad is shadow hunter Hitler, and vampires, werewolf’s and warlocks are real.

At least Lily and Raphael are still normal. Right?

we'll never get free (lamb to the slaughter) - Magnus Bane is forced to baby-sit a precocious, morally-grey Warlock child. It goes about as well as you'd imagine.

Fourth Wing

Fourth wing more like fortieth wip - Elyrion Melgren (currently going under the name Elyrion Foxe) lived in Tyrrendor for the first fourteen years of her life, while her father led the armies of Navarre, spending her days exploring the city with her best friend Xaden. Six years later, she hasn’t seen Xaden since the apostasy, and has been forbidden by her father to go into the Riders, as he doesn’t want her to interact with the Marked Ones. Elyrion promptly ignores his orders, crosses Parapet, and joins the revolution.

Throne of Glass

Cadre Coparenting - what could go wrong? -Two years after Aelin Galathynius was born, her sister, Aurelia arrived. Born with powers of darkness and death, Evalin and Rhoe have no choice but to send her to the only person with experience in controlling powers like hers - her Aunt, Maeve. Maeve promptly passes the child off to her loyal bloodsworn until she’s old enough to be useful to her. Between the six of them, the Cadre just about manage to raise a singular child, despite Aurelia's best attempts to be difficult. It’s entirely her fault that half of Doranelle now believes that Lorcan and Rowan are divorced, and co-parenting their daughter together with Gavriel and Vaughan, their new partners, and Fenrys and Connall, her brothers.

Twilight

Twi-mental breakdown-light - Twilight if Bella had a precocious ten year old sister, and Edward and Bella raise her in aroace solidarity. Esme is delighted that she finally gets a grandchild, and Emmett is not responsible enough to baby sit.

[summerwritesfics]

🌎Love I’d Never Hurt You

Pairing: Shang Tsung/Kuai Liang Length: 5261 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Serial Killer/Detective AU, Detective!Kuai Liang, Serial Killer!Shang Tsung, Detective!Bi-Han, Murder, Graphic Description of Corpses, Stalking, Death Threats, Minor Character Death, Gun Violence, Obsession, Obsessive Behaviour, Possessive Behaviour, Blood And Gore, Bombs (Except Not Really), Pinned Down, Abduction (Sorta I guess lmao even Kuai doesn’t know for sure if that’s what’s happening to him), NSFK (Not Safe For Kuai), Shang Tsung Is Very Creepy (Honestly he came out way creepier than I was intending)

Meanwhile In Another Universe Masterlist

Notes: NGL I debated posting this or not, but honestly don’t think it’s any darker than some other stuff I’ve posted so 🤷🏻 Like upon re-reading Shang Tsung did come out way creepier than I originally intended, but I mean… he’s a serial killer so it kinda works. Also tfw you dislike the police irl but love crime fiction. :’( I think the truly shocking thing about this fic is that I wrote a detective fic without Detective Hanzo Hasashi making an appearance, like tf. Title is from “The Horror Of Our Love” by Ludo.

Kuai was almost thankful to be called out of the office.

Granted, he was going to investigate a suspected homicide, and that should not have been something he was eager to attend. He felt even worse that such a thing was definitely a welcome distraction from whatever the hell was going on with Bi-Han right now.

The case Bi-Han was currently working on had seemed to consume his very being. Every waking hour was spent obsessing over a mysterious serial killer. The murders were almost clinical, like whoever was committing the acts was performing experimental medical procedures. Things like organ transplants, but twisted, like trying to move the heart to where the stomach should be and vice versa. There were usually drugs in the victim's system that didn’t correlate to any known drug used in medicine. It was very strange and so far there had been very few clues to attach even a solid suspect or two to the case.

And Bi-Han was completely losing his mind over it.

“Brother, maybe you should take a break,” Kuai had tried to gently suggest. He’d flinched at the murderous glare Bi-Han had shot his way. “Clearing your mind may help you look at this at a different angle, and you do have other cases you haven’t even touched since-“ 

“I don’t give a shit about the other cases,” Bi-Han hissed, slamming his hands on his desk. “I care about this case, and catching this fucking bastard!” 

“But Brother-“ 

“No!” Bi-han swept his hands across his desk, sending everything on it flying off onto the floor in a loud clatter. If anyone else in the station heard it, they didn’t come to intervene. “This case is the only one that matters. And if you can’t understand why, then you can get the fuck out of my office.” 

“Bi-Han-“ 

“Get the fuck out!” 

Kuai realised he was fighting a losing battle, and left the office with his head hung low. 

It was after that he had been requested to go and attend the site of the suspected homicide, and he’d practically jumped at the chance. Honestly anything to get away from his brother for a little while. He hoped maybe when he was done and returned to the office, Bi-Han would have calmed down a bit, realised Kuai was right and they could go out for dinner or something. Kuai was kind of craving sushi at this point, and quite frankly big brother owed him a big apology for the way he treated him.

He spotted a police car pulled up outside an abandoned warehouse. This was his destination, however, it was strange that neither of the attending officers were outside waiting for him. He hit the breaks and parked up, before quickly jumping out. This area was extremely cut off from the rest of the city. Combined with the eerie silence he was starting to get a bad feeling about this.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his radio, clicking the button, “This is Detective Kuai Liang Song, currently on case 759. Could I request some back up? The initial police presence has not come to brief me, and I am currently in a very isolated spot. I believe it would be unwise of me to enter the building alone.”

There was a moment of silence, before a voice on the other end replied with “Sorry Detective, the majority of officers are attending a major incident on the other side of the city at this time. It could be hours before we can get someone to your location.”

“Major incident? How come I was not informed of this?” Usually something like that would have been alerted to all emergency services.

“I can’t say I know, the alert was sent out on all police radios.”

“Is there absolutely no one free?” He tried, slowly walking towards the door of the warehouse. He peered inside, but could see nothing.

“No, unfortunately all units are busy.” Dammit. Just his luck. It still seemed strange though, usually even when there was a major incident, a few officers were kept back to deal with smaller emergencies.

He looked around, the trees and foliage surrounding the warehouse were thick, so much so he couldn’t even see the city. He could, however, make out thick plumes of smoke just above the trees. It did look like it was quite a distance from where he was. At least it seemed the incident was somewhat real, although he wasn’t completely convinced this wasn’t someone hijacking the line to prank him.

“So, what do you recommend? That I stand down until I can receive back up?” He wasn’t completely defenceless. He had a gun, but he still felt it’d be preferable to have others who could raise the alarm depending on what he found inside.

“Are you sure the team already there just hasn't heard you turn up?” The voice asked. “Maybe you should go inside and look for them?”

“I-“ That was wrong. That advice was all wrong. No one at control would ever suggest he go in there alone. That bad feeling was getting worse. “I see. I will keep you informed of my progress.”

He slipped his radio back onto his belt, but stepped away from the entrance to the warehouse. As he did, he slipped his phone out of his pocket, only to curse when he found he had no signal here.

Instead of dwelling on that, he made his way over to the police car. Now he was looking, he could see the tires had all been slashed. Shit, I was right to be on high alert. He reached for the door handle, surprised to find the car unlocked. Another bad sign. He climbed into the driver's seat, hoping maybe to use that radio instead. Only he could see the cable to it had been cut.

“Shit.”

The sound of gunshots rang out and he instinctively ducked behind the dashboard. It went on for several seconds, before coming to a halt. He stayed hidden for as long as he could, before gingerly sticking his head out. Whoever had been shooting didn’t start again, and Kuai realised the police car seemed to be completely unscathed. That’s when he looked over to his own car.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He scrambled out the police car, walking over to his own. It was littered with bullet holes, most specifically in his tires. The shots weren’t trying to kill him, just take away any method of escape he had aside from on foot.

“I recommend you come inside now, Detective,” the radio suddenly sparked into life again. “I would advise against running. I’d really rather not harm you, if possible, but I will shoot your legs if you force me to.”

Kuai plucked the radio from his belt, turning to glare at the warehouse. He couldn’t even see where this person could be.

“Who the fuck are you?” He growled eyes darting around the building hoping he’d spot a shadow or something.

“You’re going to have to come inside if you really want to know,” the voice chuckled, “then we can be introduced properly.” Kuai didn’t dare move, not until he figured out how to proceed. “I’d suggest you don’t keep me waiting, Detective. Like I said, I would really rather not hurt you.”

Kuai didn’t exactly know what choice he had at this point. He slipped his radio back onto his belt, replacing it with his gun instead. He swallowed, taking a deep breath before slowly pushing forward towards the warehouse’s entrance.

Inside was dark and dingy, and every shadow on the wall had Kuai jumping at the slightest movement and sound, even when it was something he had caused. As he entered what looked like it had once been the main storage area, he couldn’t help but think how empty it looked. That meant the two humanoid figures sitting on chairs stood out a mile.

This is a trap. It was so obvious, and yet Kuai, for reasons he couldn’t fathom, still went towards them. He held the gun up. It was clearly the two officers who’d come in before him, but they looked lifeless. He hoped to god they were just unconscious.

“Hello?” He chanced, but got no reply. “Can you hear me?”

Still no reply. Even so, he pushed on, rounding to stand in front of the officers.

Only to find their guts spilling out of their abdomens and onto the floor.

He wretched, stumbling backwards, desperately turning his face to look away from the sight in front of him. It was never easy to find dead bodies, especially in such a brutalised state as this. The officers weren’t people he was particularly close to, but they were still people he’d worked with on a nearly daily basis.

“Ah, hello there Detective.”

Kuai spun on the spot from where the voice had come from. It was the same one that had been on the radio. Standing behind him, was a man with long hair wearing a suit and his hands behind his back. Kuai didn’t take much notice of any further details though, as he aimed his gun at the stranger.

“Now, Kuai Liang, is there really any need for that?” The man asked, laughing slightly as he did and tilting his head. “And after I put in all this effort to get you here.”

“What?” That made it sound like this had all been deliberate. A coordinated effort to get Kuai, specifically, here. But Kuai had never seen this man before, and he didn’t have any current cases that felt like they fit these methods. “Who the hell are you?”

“My name is Shang Tsung,” the man replied, taking a few steps forward but pausing when Kuai straightened his aim slightly. “I am the one your dear elder brother is looking for.”

“You…” He didn’t finish the sentence, letting what had been said sink in instead. This man was claiming to be the serial killer of Bi-Han’s case. But… Who would just admit that? Especially to a detective? Kuai tried to steady his hands, realising they had started to shake. “If that is true, then you’ll be coming with me.”

Shang Tsung chuckled, finally moving his hands from behind his back. Revealing he was holding something. Kuai prepared to shoot, until he realised it wasn’t a gun. It was a strange silver cylinder. Kuai’s eyes flicked between the item and Shang Tsung, looking for an explanation.

“Please. Put the gun down, Kuai Liang.” Shang Tsung held up the cylinder as if to let Kuai get a good look at it. “This is a trigger to a bomb that is set up inside your brothers office.” Kuai’s mouth went dry as his eyes widened. “Put the gun down, and I won’t have to press it.”

“You’re bluffing,” Kuai hissed, squeezing the trigger of his gun. Really he wasn’t as good a shot as his brother, and wasn’t entirely sure he could shoot before Shang Tsung could press the button.

“Is that really something you're willing to risk?” That was unfair. If there really was a bomb in Bi-Han’s office, then it wouldn’t just take out his brother, but a lot of other people who had nothing to do with this case and even those with nothing to do with the police. And Kuai had no way to warn anyone.

Reluctantly, he took his finger away from the trigger, slowly bending over to put the gun on the floor.

“Kick it away,” Shang Tsung ordered, and as much as he didn’t want to, Kuai did as he was told. The gun went skidding across the floor, far out of his reach. Shang Tsung was positively glowing at this turn of events. “Good boy.”

Kuai stayed stock-still, even as Shang Tsung began to approach him. He wasn’t even sure he was actually breathing, all he could feel was his heart beating so hard in his chest it felt like it was trying to break through his ribcage. He blinked and then he found himself looking directly into the other man's eyes. Looking to his side, he saw Shang Tsung was still holding the trigger, thumb dancing over the button.

“Don’t,” Kuai begged in a whisper, feeling sick at the twisted grin that came over Shang Tsung’s face. He pressed his finger down on the button. “No!”

Jerking into action, he grabbed Shang Tsung’s wrist with one hand, the other practically wrestling the trigger from his hand. Despite it having already been pushed, it felt the only thing he could do at this point.

Except… 

When he took hold of it, he realised that despite how it looked, the trigger wasn’t metal. It was plastic. He could also feel that it was hollow inside. The more he looked at it, the more he realised it looked like some sort of fidget toy. His gaze slowly trailed up to Shang Tsung, who looked far too pleased with himself.

“It seems you were correct,” he gleefully exclaimed, “I was bluffing after all.”

The hairs on the back of Kuai’s neck stood on end. He attempted to dive forward, towards where his gun still lay on the floor, but Shang Tsung quickly grabbed him. In one swift motion, Kuai felt something knock into the back of his legs, causing him to fall backwards. Thankfully, he managed to avoid slamming his head on the floor, but then he felt a pressure on his abdomen as Shang Tsung got on top of him, pinning him down. He threw a fist, only for Shang Tsung to easily catch his wrists, and push them above his head. The floor next to him was wet, liquid soaking into his shirt, and as the metallic smell hit him, Kuai came to the horrific realisation he was lying in the officer's blood.

“Stop struggling,” Shang Tsung softly whispered, making sure he gripped both of Kuai’s wrists with one hand, while the other trailed along Kuai’s jawline. “I already said, I do not want to hurt you.”

“That’d be a lot more believable if I wasn’t lying next to the corpses of my colleagues,” Kuai hissed, squirming slightly and hoping he could knock Shang Tsung off him. Unfortunately that did not happen, and Kuai was slowly beginning to run out of steam with which to struggle.

“They were just meaningless fodder, Kuai Liang.” It was sick how someone could talk so callously about human life. “Not like you.” Kuai finally stopped trying to fight. He’d just end up wearing himself out. His head fell back slightly, and Shang Tsung lent forward, making sure he was still in Kuai’s field of view. “There we go, that’s better, isn’t it?”

“What do you want?” Kuai sobbed, trying so desperately to keep his composure. “Why are you doing this?”

“I need to talk with you, and I figured a written invite would go unanswered.” Shang Tsung’s fingers still gently laced Kuai’s face. A softness that directly clashed with the otherwise brutality of the man's actions. “I’ve been watching you for some time now.”

“What?” Kuai’s stomach twisted, his gaze fixed on Shang Tsung’s face. He looked so indifferent, like he didn’t realise or care how much that statement terrified Kuai Liang.

“Well, it started with me watching your brother, he is the detective on my case, after all, it would be stupid of me to not keep an eye on what he’s doing.” Shang Tsung’s hand reached behind Kuai’s head, undoing the tie that kept his hair up in a bun. “But I couldn’t help but find myself captivated by you.” His fingers ran through Kuai’s hair, causing Kuai to shudder under him. “My interest in him is professional. My interest in you is personal.”

“Please.” Kuai had no idea where this was going, he had no idea what he was pleading for. He just knew that he wasn’t sure he was going to make it out of this situation alive.

“Unfortunately, my fascination with the pair of you hasn’t gone unnoticed by my higher ups.” Shang Tsung kept playing with Kuai’s hair, sighing wistfully to himself as he did. “They believe my obsession with you both is impacting my work.”

“Your work?” Kuai questioned, finally noticing the quiver in his own voice. “Are you an assassin?”

Shang Tsung burst out laughing, “oh no, my dear, not an assassin. I’m a scientist. Everything I do is in the pursuit of science.”

Killing people for science? It sounded so fucking bizarre to Kuai. Then again, it would explain the strangeness of the deaths, the almost experimental nature of them. His victims were his guinea pigs.

“Regardless, they are not happy with the way my attention has been diverted.” He finally let Kuai’s hair fall between his fingers, watching in fascination. “They have decided it would be in their best interests to eliminate you both. That’s why I lured you here today. I wish to save you and your brother from their wrath, Kuai Liang.”

“Why should I believe you?” Kuai asked, flinching slightly when Shang Tsung’s fingertips once more trailed his face, specifically following the edges of the scar that ran across his eye. “You haven’t exactly given me much reason to trust your word.”

“I understand your hesitation.” To Kuai’s surprise, Shang Tsung actually released his wrists. As Shang Tsung pulled back, still sitting on Kuai’s lower abdomen, Kuai used his now free arms to prop himself up slightly. Shang Tsung’s hand disappeared into his pocket, and Kuai flinched slightly, expecting a weapon of some kind. Instead he pulled out a phone. “Here is a video of them discussing their plans to bring about your demise.”

Shang Tsung twisted the phone so Kuai could see the screen. The image looked like it was from the security camera of an office somewhere. There were three men standing inside, including Shang Tsung himself. A finger tapped the screen, and the video began to play.

“You are getting far too attached to those detectives, Shang Tsung,” one of the men said, the largest actually, towering above the others. “Your little obsession is getting in the way of your work.” He began to pace back and forth. “The elder one, I understand why you would keep an eye on, but the younger one is irrelevant to your work.”

“My surveillance on Kuai Liang is purely for personal reasons,” the Shang Tsung on the video replied. It looked like he was about to open his mouth to add something but the large man snapped back.

“I do not want to hear about your fucked up wet dreams about that brat,” the man spat, slamming his fist down on a nearby desk. “You are spending too much time on them, if you do not start to produce more results for me, I may be forced to take drastic action.” The man tilted his head. “Do you understand?”

“Clear as day,” Shang Tsung replied, bowing at the man slightly. The man just pointed to the door, and Shang Tsung sauntered out.

“You know he’s not going to stop, right?” The other man chimed up as soon as Shang Tsung was out of earshot.

“I am fully aware.” The tall man walked around the desk taking a seat. “Reiko, I have a job for you.”

“Am I to assume you wish me to make a visit to the dear detectives?” Reiko asked, and even on the zoomed out footage, Kuai could see the sadistic grin at the mere idea.

“The only way Shang Tsung is going to learn where his priorities should be is by taking away the things that distract him.” The man lent forward on the desk, linking his fingers in front of him. “As the younger one is clearly his favourite, make sure to do something extra special with him. Just to make the point clear.”

“I could decapitate him and present his preserved head as a birthday gift.” Both men burst out into laughter at that, but Kuai couldn’t help the high pitched whine that came from the back of his throat.

The video ended there, with Shang Tsung replacing the phone back into his pocket. Once more, his hand reached over to Kuai’s face to cradle it.

“You see.” He stroked Kuai’s face, and Kuai hated that he almost lent into it. “I just want to keep you and your brother safe.”

“Why?” Kuai asked, changing his position slightly, his arms starting to ache slightly from the weight of keeping himself up. “I mean. I understand why you want to save me, you have some… weird crush on me. But why Bi-Han? He’s trying to catch and stop you, wouldn’t it be more advantageous for him to be out of the picture?”

“Hm, well I’m a little hurt you think my crush on you is weird.” Shang Tsung pouted, his other hand now slowly caressing Kuai’s side. “But to answer your question, I rather enjoy the chase.” He gave a sloppy smile. “Killing really isn’t fun when there isn’t someone on your tail trying to stop you.”

So he enjoys the thrill, go figure. Shang Tsung could claim his kills were in the name of science all he liked, but at the end of the day, he was like anyone else who killed people for their own sick enjoyment. Kuai wasn’t sure if he should feel honoured or disturbed that he was apparently worthy of being more than just an experiment.

“So why lure me here and not Bi-Han?” Really, how the fuck Kuai got involved in any of this was questionable. Bi-Han had requested Kuai’s assistance a few times, but he had very little to do with the case. “If you’ve really been watching us, you’d know Bi-Han will do anything to catch you. If you’d have called him here, he’d have come running.”

“Oh, I’m very aware of that. The problem is, as you said, he would do anything to catch me.” Shang Tsung sighed and rolled his eyes. “He’d have shot me the second I attempted the bomb trick on him, let alone giving me a chance to explain my intentions.” He looked Kuai up and down. “From my observations however, he does at least seem to listen to you most of the time. It seemed most logical to get you on my side first and then attempt to contact your brother.”

Well. He supposed that was true. Kuai had lost count of how many times he was called away from something he was working on to go and try to calm Bi-Han down when his temper got the best of him. It was a joke around the station that Kuai Liang was Bi-Han’s morality pet, the only thing preventing him from becoming a serial killer himself. Kuai didn’t find that joke particularly funny however, given how uncomfortably close to the truth it was.

“So… What exactly do you suggest?” He was cautious to do anything with this man, but at the very least, it seemed Shang Tsung was genuine in his word that he did not wish to harm Kuai. Given the situation, he could have easily killed Kuai if he really wanted to by now.

“Call your brother, ask him to meet us at another location…” Shang Tsung trailed off as his eyes drifted over to the corpses beside them. “Somewhere other than here, anyway. I think we should let someone else clean this mess up.”

He’s talking like I had involvement in that. He glanced down, the one side of his suit was practically stained red from the blood that had seeped through it.

“I don’t have any signal here,” Kuai quietly informed him, hoping to god Shang Tsung wouldn’t get mad that he’d tried to call for help before coming in here.

“Well, we’ll be leaving this location anyway. You can just ring as soon as your signal returns.” Right. Kuai’s gut twisted, he should have realised that he would not be leaving this place alone. 

Finally however, Shang Tsung stood up and off him, and Kuai rolled onto his side, having not realised how uncomfortable it had been. Shang Tsung walked over to where Kuai’s gun lay discarded on the floor, bending over to pick it up.

“I hope you don’t mind if I keep hold of this, rather than returning it to you,” Shang Tsung said as he slipped the gun into his pocket. “Not that I don’t trust you or anything darling, but I think I’ve had my fill of seeing you pointing a gun at my face for one day.”

Kuai didn’t reply to that. What could he even say? He’d have much preferred to have the gun, even if he didn’t really intend to use it on Shang Tsung.

Thankfully Shang Tsung took his silence as agreement, as he walked over and held his hand out. Kuai reached for it, feeling the other man haul him to his feet. He stumbled slightly, not realising how dizzy the adrenaline had made him. He was surprised when Shang Tsung snaked an arm around his waist and let him lean his weight against him.

It also seemed this position allowed Shang Tsung the benefit of leading Kuai exactly where he wanted them to go. It wasn’t long before they were going through a backdoor in the warehouse. Back outside, Kuai saw another car parked behind the building, having been hidden from sight when he’d pulled in. Dammit, I should have looked around the outside more thoroughly. 

Disappointment in himself aside, Shang Tsung unlocked the doors, opening one and guiding Kuai to sit down in the front passenger seat. The door slammed behind him, and Kuai looked up in time to see Shang Tsung make his way around the front. Seconds later he was getting in the driver's seat, and starting the ignition.

“Keep an eye on your signal,” he instructed as he began to back out into the pathway. “As soon as you get some, tell me, and I’ll pull over.”

Kuai nodded, reaching into his pocket and keeping an intent eye on his phone. Really, focusing on that was at least grounding. If he didn’t, he had a feeling he’d be zoning out from how mentally exhausted he felt. Was he being abducted right now? He’d gone pretty willingly, yet at the same time somewhat by force. What was even happening to him right now?

He looked up briefly to find they were just joining the main road again. Glancing down he saw his signal go from nothing up to 3 bars. Typical. 

“I have signal.”

Shang Tsung made an affirmative sound, pulling the car up on the side of the road.

“There are some abandoned storage units on the other side of town, down by the river, ask him to meet us there alone by 6pm.” Shang Tsung turned on his seat as if to keep a close eye on what Kuai was doing. “Feel free to mention me, I’m sure it’ll get his attention.” Kuai sighed, because yes, that would get Bi-Han’s attention. “Oh, and put it on speaker. I want to hear his reaction.”

Kuai just sighed, pulling up Bi-Han’s contact info, hitting both the buttons to call and for it to be on speaker phone. The phone rang out. Come on Bi-Han, please answer. 

The phone clicked to life and Bi-Han’s voice called out clear as day, “what?”

“We need to talk,” Kuai started, staring straight ahead so he didn’t have to acknowledge the way Shang Tsung watched him.

“We’ve been over this. I am not giving up on this case,” Bi-Han growled on the other side. Kuai closed his eyes and grimaced. He couldn’t believe his brother was still holding onto that.

“It’s the case we need to talk about. I have a lead for you,” he said quickly, hoping it’d stop his brother going on another tirade.

There was a moment of silence, before Bi-Han questioned “what kind of lead?”

“Someone who wants to talk to you,” Kuai replied. He didn’t want to outright say he was in a car with a serial killer. Bi-Han would go completely off the rails if he did.

“What? Like a witness?” Bi-Han sounded so confused and Kuai knew that he had to tell him.

Kuai finally looked across at Shang Tsung, expression as smug as ever. But there was something else there now, a strange possessiveness in his dark eyes. Kuai had the feeling that even when everything was over, that Shang Tsung wasn’t going to just let him walk away from all this. As if to emphasise the point, Shang Tsung reached his hand forward again, wiping away a tear rolling down Kuai’s cheek, and then tucking a strand of Kuai’s hair behind his ear.

“I found your killer,” Kuai whispered, hating how wrecked his voice sounded.

“Kuai Liang,” Bi-han growled, the alarm clear in his voice. “Kuai Liang, where are you right now?”

“He hasn’t hurt me,” Kuai assured him, although was that true? Kuai ached in various places and he was sure there were some bruises forming on various parts of his body from the struggle.

“Where are you?” Bi-Han asked again, and Kuai could hear him shuffling in the background, no doubt grabbing his coat and anything else he’d need to come to Kuai’s rescue.

“He wants to meet you,” Kuai continued, once again resisting the urge to lean into Shang Tsung’s hand as he stroked him. “There’s some abandoned storage units down by the river. He wants you there by 6pm, but don’t bring anyone else.”

“Can he hear me right now?” Bi-Han was breathing heavily, and all Kuai could do was make an affirmative sound. “Listen here, you son of a bitch, if you so much as lay a finger on my brother-“

“He’s already told you that I have not hurt him,” Shang Tsung interrupted, eyes never leaving Kuai, giving an enamoured sigh as he continued to gently pat him. Kuai finally gave in, nuzzling into the hand. “I’m trying to save both of you, it’d be counter productive for me to harm either of you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kuai heard someone in the background asking Bi-Han what he was doing, but given there was no reply it seemed Bi-Han was laser focused on getting to the storage units.

“I’ll explain everything when we meet,” Shang Tsung calmly replied. “Like I said, I have not hurt your brother, and I would rather not if I can avoid it. Just focus on getting to the location.”

“I’m okay Bi-Han,” Kuai reaffirmed, although he’d probably sound a little more convincing if he didn’t have tears in his eyes. “We’ll explain everything when we meet you.” He smiled slightly at the phone, adding a quick “I love you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I love you too.” Bi-Han sounded miserable, but in the background Kuai could hear the sound of an engine starting. “I’ll be there, just, stay safe.”

“You too.”

And with that Bi-Han put the phone down.

Before Kuai could do anything, Shang Tsung snatched the phone from Kuai’s hand. He opened his door, carelessly throwing the phone out, before slamming it shut again. If Kuai was to guess, it was to avoid him getting anyone else involved.

“Now,” Shang Tsung sighed, reaching to turn the key, “let’s go meet big brother, shall we?”

Kuai lent back in the seat, closing his eyes and hoping to god that this was all just a bad dream.

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Undercover - Chapter Two

Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Detective Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders. 

Universe: Detective AU

Pairing: None (yet) 

Chapter Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Dark subject matter. Angst. Description of a panic attack.

A/N 1: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09, who helped me with the idea for this story. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you.

A/N 2: As you may or may not know, I haven’t written anything in an absolute age. I have been struggling with writer's block and life has simply got in the way. But…I started this series a long time ago and a few chapters were just sitting in my docs. So I thought I would post the prologue in the hope that you guys enjoy it, want to read more and it may give me the inspiration to continue with it. I’m happy to say, most of you seemed to enjoy it so here is Chapter Two. Please let me know what you think - comment and reblog if possible ❤️ Tag list is open if you wish to be added.

Undercover Masterlist

My Masterlist

Flashback 

Dean and Benny entered the abandoned warehouse, their Glock 19’s drawn, the flashlights that were tucked up beside the muzzle providing only a small amount of illumination through the dense shadows. Shards of moonlight peaked weakly through the empty windows which were devoid of panes, but it was not bright enough to be of any use. 

They attempted to keep their footsteps light as they desperately needed to be stealthy to avoid detection. However, it was proving increasingly difficult to avoid the debris that were strewn across the floor. Aiming his flashlight at the ground, Dean could see clumps of tinfoil and a few spoons at his feet, signs that this place had been used as a drug den at some point. As he stepped forward, hypodermic needles snapped under his heavy boots, his weight crushing them to tiny pieces. Each sound was like a thunderclap in the silence. 

A gloomy corridor stretched out before them as they rounded a corner. The arc of Dean’s torch revealed a door on either side, around ten feet from where they stood, only one of the entrances accessible. Benny was behind Dean, close on his heels. The Cajun tapped him on the shoulder and gestured to the taller man that he was heading over to the right, then using only hand signals, managed to portray his idea that they should take a room each. As they glanced at each other, their faces were bathed in darkness. By now, their eyes had grown accustomed enough to their surroundings and by the weak light the moon was providing, they were able to just make out each other’s features. They had worked together for so long there was an almost psychic bond between them and no words were required. Dean nodded in agreement, understanding exactly what Benny was explaining. 

Dean pressed his back to the grimy wall behind him, his heels pushed against the broken skirting boards.  As Benny silently tiptoed to the opposite wall, he motioned with his hand that he was heading down the hall to the right hand door and his partner should take the left. Dean saluted, the gesture a unique action between them. Benny always knew this meant that he was in agreement when they could not speak. 

In unison, they began to move slowly, each step they took calculated and deliberate, almost as if it had been choreographed beforehand. 

As they reached their separate destinations, their eyes met briefly across the corridor. It was time. 

Dean stepped into the room alone, his Glock following the beam of his flashlight that cut through the dark like a knife, searching the corners. It was empty, except for some upended filing cabinets, their draws standing open, stained paperwork from the business that previously operated from the premises spilling out of them like discarded trash. 

Benny stopped in front of the door of the opposite room, and tried the knob. It was locked. Lifting his foot, he kicked the door open, the flimsy mechanism of the lock shattering under his heavy boot. He knelt, pointing his gun into the black space. It was empty. 

Benny cursed under his breath. He had expected to find the target, but instead he found himself facing an empty, dark room. He flicked on his flashlight and swept it around the room, looking for any sign of the person he was after. But there was nothing.

Feeling frustrated, Benny stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He scanned the walls, looking for any hidden doors or compartments. He checked under the bed, in the closet, and behind the curtains. But there was no one there.

Benny frowned. He couldn't believe that they had been led on a wild goose chase like this. He and Dean had followed every lead and tip they could find, but it seemed that their target was always one step ahead of them.

As Benny turned to leave, something caught his eye. It was a small piece of paper, tucked between the pages of a book on the nightstand. He picked it up and read the words scrawled on it in pencil.

"Nice try, boys. Better luck next time."

Benny crumpled the note in his fist, feeling angry and defeated. Whoever the message was from, they were mocking them. Benny knew that he couldn't give up, though. They had to keep searching for their target, no matter how long it took.

Outside the room, Dean suddenly flinched at the cacophony of sounds that reverberated around the seemingly abandoned warehouse.  Moving forward, he headed towards the broken furniture, when Benny’s loud, desperate shout echoed through the building. 

Run! 

Benny was in trouble. The green-eyed detective instinctively went to move forward, before pausing, remembering the conversation the partners had had when they were originally given their assignment. 

“Whatever happens, we must not blow our cover. We need to bring these scumbags in and get them off the streets, no matter what happens. If either one of us gets hurt or is captured, the other must run. We can not afford to jeopardise this investigation.” 

They had shaken hands on this and clinked their beer bottles together. Benny would never forgive him if he stormed into the room to rescue him. And he had screamed out for Dean to run. 

What should he do? 

“So, Jon,” Donna said, turning her body towards him, “What brings you here?”

“Fancied a change of pace I guess,” Dean responded, the blondes words forcing him out of his reverie. He had rehearsed the cover story that had been concocted between him and Rufus. It was inevitable that people would ask. “Lawrence was very quiet, so I asked for a transfer to the big city.”

“Ahh, you’re from Lawrence? Were you involved in the Order of Repentance case?” She asked brightly. 

“Vaguely,” Dean lied, forcing himself to answer. The single word came out strained and broken. He was slowly getting used to the untruths, but it didn’t sit right with him. He hated deceiving people, even though this was something he would have to do many more times, he had no doubt. He knew he needed to be more convincing if he was going to keep up the charade. 

“I wasn’t heavily involved, but I was obviously aware of it,” he continued, clearing his throat, sitting up straighter in his chair, taking another sip of the liquid that claimed to be coffee. 

“Crazy business. Who would have thought a peaceful community could be capable of such things. And I heard that the leader, Michael wasn’t it, disappeared into the breeze?” Donna went on, completely unaware of the adrenaline that was flowing through Dean’s body. 

“He did,” Dean answered. His eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for an excuse to end this conversation, the feeling of unease crawling over his skin. His heart was beating so hard against his rib cage, he thought it would burst out of his chest. He couldn’t sit here any longer. He pushed his chair back, the sound of the legs scraping along the floor loud in his ears. 

“Could you show me where the restroom is please?” He suddenly announced. He could feel the rumbling of a panic attack beginning to manifest, and he had to get out of this room. Strong fingers of dread began to press down on his skull and his heart was thumping so hard he could feel it pounding in his chest. He hadn’t admitted to anyone that he suffered from them, not even Sam, so he certainly didn't want to have a full blown melt down in front of his new colleagues. 

“Sure!” Donna said, an expression of concern crossing her face when she noticed how pale Dean had gone. “Down the hall, on the right. Are you okay?” 

“Yes, fine. Just need a minute,” he explained, getting up from the chair on shaking legs. He forced himself to move confidently across the room, even though he wished he could sprint from the oppressive atmosphere that had begun to weigh down on his shoulders. His vision had started to blur, shards of light punctuating his sight with each thump of his pulse. He needed to concentrate on an action, so focused on removing his jacket as he walked, dropping it down onto the nearest chair. Donna watched him as he did, her curiosity of the handsome newcomer piqued. 

Dean was sweating, his palms clammy and breath coming in short bursts as he made his way down the corridor. He thought of the steps he had read on the internet which supposedly help ward off an attack; 

Things I can see - A large pot plant in front of me that needs watering. 

Things I can touch - The wall

Things I can hear - Phones ringing in the distance 

Things I can smell - There is a smell of fried onions in the air. Someone is having a hot dog for lunch. 

Things I can taste - My own saliva. The smell of onions is making my stomach churn even more. 

His gaze finally fell upon the men’s room door. Relief flooded through him as pushed it open. The force he used was so strong, it slammed against the wall behind it, bouncing back towards him. Pushing at it again, he practically fell into the bathroom, barrelling straight into a hard body who was washing his hands. 

“Woah, take it easy,” a soft voice warned him. Dean ignored the man, and stumbled towards a cubicle as bile burned his throat. 

He hadn't even had time to shut the door to the stall, before he had fallen heavily to his knees. He had just reached the pan, when he brought up the brown liquid from the vending machine which was the only contents in his stomach. As he retched, he could vaguely hear a voice asking him if he was okay. 

Having been shoved out of the way by the whirlwind that was Dean, Detective Novak had originally been annoyed by being dismissed by the man who had rudley pushed past him, but now he felt concerned for the figure hunched over the toilet bowl. 

“Are you okay there, buddy?” he asked, not wanting to intrude on what was a personal moment, but not wanting to ignore the stranger either. 

Dean raised a hand in acknowledgment. He didn’t wish to be rude, but he wasn’t in any state to actually respond at that moment. He had finally managed to curb the heaving, and his stomach had settled slightly, but he still felt queasy and light headed. He rested his forehead against the cool porcelain, preparing himself to stand up. 

“Yes, thank you,” he managed to say, using the walls of the cubicle to steady himself as he rose to his feet. He felt weak and breathless, his pulse pounding in his head as he attempted to fill his lungs with much needed oxygen. He had managed to avoid a full on panic attack, but only just. 

Moving sluggishly to a sink, he turned on the faucet and cupped his hands below it, cold water gathering in his clasped fingers. He brought the cool H2O to his lips, gulping it down greedily and splashing it over his pale face. 

Looking into the reflective surface of the mirror above the bank of grimy basins, his blood shot green eyes caught the blue pupils of Novak who was hovering behind him. He took in the concern shining in them, and was both grateful and frustrated by it. Dean felt foolish and weak, hating the fact someone had witnessed the beginnings of a possible breakdown.

This cannot be happening. Not today.

To be continued

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[nakachuchu]

Neighbors | Itadori Yuuji

SYNOPSIS: Modern AU - Your neighbor and boyfriend Yuuji always knew how to make you feel better on a bad day.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 1.1k

WRITTEN: 12/30/2022

NOTE: This was super indulgent and it reminded me why I love yuuji bc he would be the biggest lover ever. This piece is for @haithamuse 's The Lover's Journey collab event! Thank you for having me. I had a lot of fun! I wasn't sure if you wanted me to add a tag of your event, but if you do, text it to me so I make sure the font is right :) Happy super early bday <3

Sometimes, you just had off days. You couldn't explain why you felt the way you did, but you knew you weren't super depressed or feeling particularly homicide on those days. You just couldn't put your finger on it.

But you were thankful that Yuuji was your neighbor because sometimes, you just really needed a hug without questions asked.

Yuuji was great at big bear hugs, and he was strong too so he could carry you inside his place and just comfort you.

The two of you were neighbors before you were friends, but before friends, you were classmates first. The two of you left your houses at different times, so you never walked to school together, but you often shared the same classes.

It wasn't until the last day of middle school that the two of you had your first conversation. The cherry blossoms were scattered amongst the wind, blowing in every direction, and the two of you ended up walking home together because none of your other friends lived that way.

The two of you spent that summer together too, going to the park and the town while wearing as little clothing as possible because of how hot it was.

When you started high school, the two of you were inseparable. He joined the soccer team and you would be his personal cheerleader, going to all of his games. You joined the art club for fun and he would sit with you while you painted.

He wasn't the type to care much about anything. He liked soccer but never bothered to join the team until you told him to. He lived in the moment, and the only thing that he could count as a goal in life was to spend time with his loved ones. His grandpa and you were the only ones left in his life, and he was going to treasure it.

You waited at home patiently until Yuuji was done with practice. You didn't have the energy to wait for him at school, but he didn't expect you to always be at his practices. You just liked being there for him.

You sat at your desk, attempting to do homework, but in reality, you were looking out your window for when Yuuji would come home. You didn't get much homework done because you couldn't focus, but they weren't important anyway.

As soon as you saw Yuuji, you bolted out of your room and out the door, telling your parents you'd be back for dinner.

Yuuji barely had time to turn around before you tackled him. He easily caught you as you rammed into his body, greedy hands bunching around his clothes.

"Y/N?"

You rubbed your face in his shirt. "I missed you."

He smiled and hugged you. "Is something wrong?"

You didn't often say that you missed him because you were too embarrassed, so he immediately knew something was wrong when you told him you missed him.

You shook your head.

"Wanna go to my room?" he asked.

You nodded.

He made sure his duffel bag was secure before picking you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist as he unlocked his door and carried you into his house.

You kicked out your shoes by the entrance, and he used the front of his feet to take off his shoes, not caring about the scruffs as he carried you up to his room.

His room was neat, except for a few socks on the floor. Before he started dating you, he had a few naughty posters in his room. Now, he only had one poster that you posed to give to him on his birthday. You were always a bit embarrassed that he treasured it so much and put it up on the first wall that someone would see when they walked in.

Aside from the one semi-indecent poster, you printed for him, he had a bunch of photos of the two of you taped to the wall by his desk. He liked to be able to look at you whenever he was doing homework.

He placed you on his bed before walking back to close his door and put his duffel bag around. You were quick to move, moving under his blankets and getting comfortable.

"You're so cute, Y/N," he said right before snapping a quick photo of you.

"Hey," you whined.

He laughed. "You're just too cute. Let me in too."

You opened the blankets and let him climb in. The two of you faced each other in his small bed. Your legs were inserted between his, finding warmth under the sheets.

He pressed his forehead to yours and the two of you looked at each other, buried under the blankets. Your smells mingled with each other, just the way you two liked it.

"Y/N, I promise to love you forever."

You smiled. "Yuuji, I promise to love you forever."

The two of you erupted into a fit of giggles, wiggling around in bed before eventually hitting each other with pillows.

Moments with Yuuji usually escalated into laughter and shenanigans that his grandpa would sigh and shake his head at.

Yuuji knew how to control his strength around you, but he still hit you hard enough to leave you annoyed and laughing as you used all of your strength to smack him in the head with one of his pillows.

“Whoa, oops!”

As soon as your body began to slip and tilt off the edge of his bed, he grabbed your wrist and shoved himself underneath you. He winced as his back hit the wooden floors, while all you felt was Yuuji’s body since you landed on him.

“Yuu, are you okay?” you questioned as you crawled off him.

“I'll be fine,” he reassured. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head.

He grinned. “Then that's all that matters.”

“Idiot,” you muttered with a light smack to his chest.

He pulled you back onto his lap, sitting up and holding you. You wondered why he suddenly did that but welcomed his touch and smell. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck and closed your eyes. You could feel yourself falling asleep, but you knew he'd wake you up in time for dinner so you felt yourself slipping away.

His fingers found your hair, brushing through it gently as he held you to sleep. He kissed the side of your head and smiled. He was so thankful to have someone like you in his life and he would treasure it for as long as he lived.

“Good night, Y/N.”

[satosugusandwich]

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫…

True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Afab!Reader (This is an AU!!! Sukuna is not a homicidal maniac cannibalistic murderer! I think he’s sexy and my morals say no dick from crazy murderer BUT dick from crazy 😍)

Cw: implications of violence, vomit, reader thinks everything is suggestive… that’s it I’m pretty sure. Does red meat need a content warning???

Description: You've been friends with Yuji Itadori for some time now and have seen the best, the worst, and the strange in all your years of knowing him. You've never thought he was one to have any crazy secrets and well... you were wrong. And now the demon bound to Yuji is bound to you too! How fun! Good thing that you aren't stupid and won't fall for a being that by no means should you have ever interacted with! Right? Right...?

*Yuji is aged up but there will be no sexual stuff with him except maybe like a brief mention but yeah*

Chapter 4 Here!

Chapter 5: I’ll Do It

You woke in the morning, sweaty, still dressed in last nights clothes, arousal soaking in-between your legs, and grotesque confusion. Why were you dreaming of Sukuna sucking at your clit and why was he so fucking good at it? Well, he does have two mouths, but what does that have to do with anything? It was the weekend and it had been officially one week since you were nearly trafficked and kidnapped, you weren't feeling exceptionally positive, but it was certainly a lot better than sobbing and not even being able to look at yourself in the mirror. You also were used to Sukuna lounging in your living room or stealing food from your kitchen and you also were used to Yuji sleeping either in your bed or somewhere on the floor. You knew you didn't want this to be permanent and neither did Itadori, he missed his bed. You both wondered what was going on in Sukuna's head, but neglected to ask, mostly treating him as though he wasn't there. Sukuna didn't care, he was used to it, but he definitely noticed your jumpy behavior today.

First thing in the morning and you're back to staring at him like you did the first few days. He must've really upset you to make you this on edge again is what he thought, he had no clue that you were moaning his name in your sleep last night or that you got off a multitude of times on his tongue within your dream last night. Sukuna was really laboring over what he should do now that he's upset you so much, he would normally be indifferent, but there was something that really nagged him knowing you were mad at him. Really, it was quite the opposite for you, all of what you were mad over has now been replaced with why you had that dream instead.

“You’re finally awake.” Sukuna noted, giving you an uncharacteristic greeting.

“Y-yeah.” You answered, nervous that he might know somehow.

Sukuna attempted to start a conversation, hoping it’d read as him trying to not be abrasive. “Did you sleep well?” You did drink a lot, he knows he’d pass the fuck out really hard.

Your mind was running with thoughts. “Uh, yeah. Did you?” You were desperate to go back to your room now and shower.

“I slept for most of the night. I take so many naps I never sleep long.” Sukuna shifted on the couch, leaning on his hand.

What if you were moaning in your sleep and he heard you!!! Oh no!!!! “That’s good then.” You rushed back in your room with some orange juice in your hand. “I’m gonna shower.” Why would you tell him that, what if he sees it as suggestive?

It makes sense, you stink like alcohol and slept in last nights clothes, he can wholly understand wanting to be clean. He gave you a glance and a nod before turning on the TV to find something else to watch.

Shedding all the layers of your clothes and sitting down on the toilet, you repeated the dream in your mind over and over again. You must’ve dreamt of him because of how desperate you’ve been for the past months to actually get off and have good sex and he’s just the closest male in the vicinity so you dreamt about him! Yeah, that has to be it! There’s nothing else there, he’s just a man with 2 mouths, 4 arms, that’s unusually large, and recently watched a show about sex on your Netflix account, so you naturally threw everything together in your mind. It only makes sense.

You made the water really hot before standing under it and letting it soak every part of you. It’s like you wanted to get everything off of you. From the trauma of the past week, to Sukuna eating your pretty pussy out. You shoved everything down and into the back of your mind quickly, focusing on the fact that you need some good dick and the closest men with the best reviews frequented the bar you were at last night, you’re just gonna have to reach out. The problem is that you’re going to have to interact with Sukuna more today and you’re not looking forward to it. The good thing is that you’re going to have to go to work so you’ll have some time away from him and will be able to stop thinking about him and just make some money.

It wasn’t going to be a long shift today, just a short one and you were grateful especially because it was a busy day for you. Working as a server hasn’t been too awful, some people are really mean and others are very kind, which is something you are grateful for after a terrible week. You don’t have to go in for a few more hours, but you have a few things you need to do, including going to the store and just doing regular college kid things.

There was a knock on your bedroom door and Yuji called to you from outside the bathroom. “Hey, can I ask a favor?”

You peeked your head out the bathroom door. “Yes?”

“Me and Megumi haven’t been able to go out together, you’d be okay if Sukuna had to be around you today right? I almost never get any real privacy with him around, ya know. I’ll do the same when you have people around too!” He had a bright and innocent look in his eye and he was already dressed to go out. As much as your anxiety said no, your mouth said otherwise.

“Yeah. It’s okay. He’ll actually be able to maintain some distance now, since I’m feeling a lot better.” You told him, hoping that it was true and your subconscious was actually feeling safe because you might go absolutely insane if you have to have him over your shoulder the whole night.

He grinned. “Yaaay! Would you be okay if I spent the night at Megumi’s too?” He looked so excited, you can’t say no! “You seem to be feeling a lot better now.”

You hesitate but he seems to ignore it. “Yeah, that’s fine.” You two don’t live far apart, you live in the same complex, but still, you might be a little anxious staying alone again. “I will be okay.” You exited the bathroom, now dressed completely.

He ran up to hug you. “You’re the best, thank you! I’ll see you in the morning then, be sure to text me, okay?” Yuji let you go and got ready to run out.

“I will, don’t worry.” You definitely will, so long as Sukuna doesn’t watch you the whole time.

Yuji gave Sukuna a quick wave and he responded with a grunt, seeming to not care. He got of glimpse of you from within your bedroom, all four eyes watching you before you closed the door to do some quick homework. Sukuna scoffed when you shut it, confused as to if he’s pissed that you’re mad at him or if he’s pissed because he’s so bothered by it. In a weird way, Sukuna was happy to be stuck with you today. If he can’t get you to tell him what’s wrong, he’d figure it out himself.

A few hours passed and you told him you had to go to the store. You were able to walk there since there was one right across the street so you were able to put in headphones and drown him out. All you had to get were basic toiletries, some food, and you wanted to get another game to keep yourself entertained in these tumultuous times. Sukuna stayed a few feet back, looking around the store for things that caught his eye. While in the women’s items section, you tried to hurriedly stash some pads in your basket, but he couldn’t help but stare at the vibrators they have right beside the condoms. He has some familiarity with them thanks to the show he watched a few days ago, you definitely noticed him smirking at the selection and tried to hurry along. When you went to the back for a game, he analyzed all the titles and cases, wondering what each of them are. You picked up an old Mortal Kombat that had recently been rereleased and decided to go with it, Sukuna found it amusing you selected a fighting game.

Then came Sukuna’s favorite part of any store, the food. He walked over to the red meat, poking at prodding at it. “These seem nice.”

Walking over, you realized the you didn’t know what he liked to eat but he clearly does eat a lot. “You like steaks?”

His lower set of eyes looked to you. “Yes, I like all kinds of meat.”

What does he mean by that???? “I can get some for you.” Ignore, ignore, ignore the suggestiveness.

“Hm, then get these.” He lifted two hefty pieces and put them into your basket, you almost forgot that he was invisible to everyone else and realized you probably just looked crazy telling thin air you’d get meat for them. No one paid any attention to you so they must’ve assumed you were on the phone thanks to your headphones.

“Anything else?” Your neck craned up to him and you were reminded of how insanely tall he is.

“Get whatever you’d like. I eat anything so long as it’s cooked well.”

You started to move along, picking out a few vegetables. “You seem to really like food.”

Sukuna scoffed, “isn’t it normal for every creature to like food?”

You didn’t know if he thought your question was ridiculous or you. “Well, not everyone sees food as this huge thing, it’s crazy to me. If I could, I’d have a personal chef at all times.”

“I used to have a chef.” He said nonchalantly, eyeing the huge, bright lit-up advertisements near the front of the store. “They cooked the most incredible meals. Saved me a lot of time.”

You were surprised. “You cook?”

He laughed this time. “Back in my day, you had no choice.”

As much as you wanted to complain about the cringiness of his comment, you knew it was true. The convenience of having a personal chef was rare and something only achieved by those in power or men of the house. The average person had to learn to cook.

After checking out all of your items and unpacking them at home, you realized you were nearly late and changed into your clothes faster than you have your entire life. Sukuna watched you scramble in amusement, your panicked state bringing out that fire he wished he could see more often. It really was so hard for him not to tease you when you made it so easy!!! For you, you had totally forgotten about your sex dream and everything else that had been bothering you, so by the time you were in the car and ready to go, you jumped out of your skin when he opened the door to get in the backseat.

“Fuck!” You called out and he chuckled. “Scared the hell out of me!”

He laid in the backseat, comfortably positioned while you drove off. You turned on the radio and tried to skim through music, but it was embarrassing having someone hear what you listen to, but even more embarrassing to realize he’d probably heard it all before when you were with Yuji. And then there you go again, thinking about your wet dream.

The ride over there was nearly unbearable, all the thoughts you tried so hard to repress were back up and at ‘em and even worse now that you realized quite a few things.

1. Sukuna has seen likely a lot more than a few private moments when you’ve been with Yuji.

2. He’s also most definitely heard when you listen to naughtier music.

3. He’s seen that you watched that Netflix show.

4. He could’ve very well heard you moaning in your sleep.

To your chagrin, Sukuna has to go inside with you even though you think you feel a lot better. He doesn’t seem to mind that much, wandering through the restaurant freely and listening to people’s conversations. You clocked in and immediately were put to work because of course it’s busy right when you come in. You helped your coworkers out and did your best to narrowly avoid Sukuna as you walked through, but it seemed like the other people just walked right through him as if he was a ghost. You didn’t have that luxury, if you bumped into him, you’d fall right onto your ass. Sukuna, as much as he wanted to see you flustered, knew that it wasn’t worth it so he attempted to help you out by staying out of your way. Eventually, he decided to rest in the waiting area and then he noticed something.

A man with dark hair, dark eyes, a nasty smirk, and a mean ass scar on his neck walked in. He recognized that scar, especially since he was the one who put it there. The man didn’t notice him, letting Sukuna know that if he is working with demons, they certainly aren’t nearby, especially since he was basically right in front of him. Looking at him, Sukuna is especially observant of his features, he’s wearing expensive rings and has olive skin, he’s also wearing expensive clothes that cover most of his body minus where theres a few glimpses of his chest from under his shirt. He looks to be the picture of the average upper class man, well-put together with lots of money in his pockets. He must make a fortune off of selling those girls is the first thing Sukuna thought, he’s also rather bold for letting his scar show.

The hostess spoke to the man. “Hello Mr. Tamaki, is it just you today?” The woman knows him.

“Ah, no, I’m coming for a meeting today. I will be joined by three other men.” He spoke? Impossible. Sukuna destroyed his larynx, he knows he did. And who are these three men?

“I see. Do you want your usual spot?” The woman gathered menus and started walking them over.

“Yes please, and my usual server. I didn’t get to see her last week.” Mr. Tamaki was sat in a corner booth, privately stored away from everyone else, basically. It was the furthest spot from the door and closest to the back.

The man got sat down, checking his watch and then his phone before turning toward Sukuna and greeting his server with a smile.

“Hey, Miss Y/n. I missed you last week.” Oh you’re fucking kidding him.

Sukuna moved out the way so you could stand in front of the table, but he was very tempted to grab you and pull you straight out the restaurant to go home. He did put a hand on your shoulder, signaling he wants to talk to you.

You ignored the gesture and greeted your regular. “Yeah, I wasn’t feeling very good, but I’m happy to be back. How are you doing this week? Is business good, I heard you had a good offer given to you last week, but it slipped right out of your hands.”

Sukuna wanted to kill this man.

Mr. Tamaki simply smiled. “Yes, yes, it’s doing fine. It was disappointing but I won’t let that make me give up.”

Sukuna could feel himself about to lose it and he gripped your shoulder tighter.

You tried to nudge him off like it was just a muscle cramp. “Anyways, what are we drinking tonight?”

Mr. Tamaki pointed at some wine on the menu and you wrote it down on your ticket. “Do you know what the others will be having?”

Sukuna’s patience was seriously being tested, especially as the other men seemingly headed toward the table. Luckily, none of them were recognizable to him, so at least they weren’t involved in your abduction. But they were ogling you like some type of fine wine as they approached.

The man shook their hands as they sat and greeted you all the same. When they reached out to shake your hand, Sukuna grabbed your wrist to prevent you.

“Something wrong?” One of them said, an older man with gray hair and a receding hairline asked.

You shook your head and Sukuna was entirely ready to pick you up and leave. “I’m okay, I just need to go to the bathroom really fast.”

Sukuna tugged you in the direction of the employees restroom and you could barely keep up as he walked. When you got inside, he stood in front of the door and locked you both in. Before you could ask, he answered your upcoming question. “Mr. Tamaki was the driver. He’s definitely been watching you through your workplace. You need to quit.”

You felt dizzy. “Huh? But? I don’t get it.”

Sukuna looked serious. “He must have demons working with him as well, that’s the only way his throat could’ve healed so fast. And you don’t recognize him, do you?”

You shook your head slowly, tears welling up. “No, he’s always been so kind to me here. There’s no way—“

Sukuna sighed. “Trash like him always put on the most convincing front. Give me the word and I’ll do it.”

You felt so sick, you lifted up the toilet seat cover and got on your knees. “I’m gonna throw up.”

“I’ll do it.”

You heaved once and then tears started.

“I should’ve killed him then and there, Yuji is foolish to let a bastard like him live.” Sukuna prattled on, anger filling his entire body. “One command.”

“Just shut up!” You yelled and he looked at you wide eyed. “This is a lot for me—“ Then you threw up.

His expression softened, watching you heave and sob into the toilet. He would normally be disgusted, but seeing you this miserable made him pity you. Disregarding all the aggression he had just built up, a gentle hand was now on your back and two others had pulled your hair back. Sukuna didn’t even recognize what he was doing, he hasn’t done something like this for someone since his youth. The gesture shocked you.

“S-Sukuna.” You muttered, the taste of stomach acid turning your expression. “Thank you for being so kind to me.”

Funny, he thought, yesterday you were yelling at him for being an asshole, which he can admit he has been, and yet here you both are now. He must admit, hearing you thank him filled him with a warmth he had grown unfamiliar with after hundreds of years of isolation. He thinks he might be going insane.

“It’s no trouble.” He scoffed. “Can you get yourself together now?” His voice was soft and he was sure he’s going insane.

“Yeah. I think we should go home.”

He didn’t want to press about dealing with those men, he knew it was for the best and that you, ultimately, were a being of compassion similar to Yuji. You wouldn’t want him to be killed, but Sukuna surely hoped you’d make those men face consequences. And he’d enjoy it if he was the one to do it. But that can wait until later, he knows the one thing he has to do it get you home safely.

[balshumetsbaragouin]

It is finished! I'm so happy to post the last chapter and finish off my first long fic! Thank you to everyone who has joined me along the way and who left comments, kudos, bookmarks and subs! This has been a wild ride, so I hope you all enjoy the ending to the first entry in the Pestilence!AU trilogy. Inside, Danny and Valerie catch up after the harrowing events the day before, and Danny asks an important question...

One last time: Have a sneak peek for the dashboard!:

She landed a few feet from the bushes, not wanting to get twigs and leaves caught in the newly rebuilt engines of her hoverboard. She still missed her wings, flying was much more convenient and exciting with them, but after the curse left, so too did the ability to transform. She discovered her ability to interface and control with other technology diminished as well. It had been nice to control the systems inside Plasmius’ house, but she could at least enjoy the knowledge she’d crippled its defenses. She also missed the ability to create new weapons with a thought.

Still, having her mind be curse free and no longer subject to the whims of homicidal ghost hunting sprees definitely made up for it. She slid the armor back into place, the suit quieting to a hum in the back of her mind. Another change involved the suit being more silent. They could still communicate, she just seemed less opinionated. But, if the opinions she had shared were any indication, she tended towards the primal and vulgar anyway. She did not need dietary guidance or suggestions! Squirrels are filled with protein, so are rabbits. They were adorable woodland creatures and she was not a wild animal. They were not going to eat them. The suit didn’t seem particularly happy about it, but the grumbles settled out into gentle hisses. She didn’t try to take control anymore either, just gave suggestions about her diet and butted in about her social life. It was still weird, all things considered, to share her mind with a piece of tech, but what could she do? 

She walked into the park a few minutes early, preparing to settle in for the long haul. For all of his many virtues, Danny had never met a deadline he couldn’t dodge…except today, apparently. She walked into the park, ready to find a bench to relax on for the next fifteen to twenty, only to find him already inside and standing around looking for her. Ok, that’s a new one, Fenton. Agreeing to talk about his feelings and showing up on time, all without being reminded? He’d just opened a new chapter, or maybe just flipped to a new page. When she walked closer, she could see him shove a breakfast pastry in his mouth with one hand and check his phone with the other. On the bench near him sat a water bottle. He picked it up and started chugging the liquid inside. He’d definitely rushed here. “Hey Danny.” He started choking, and she rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I crept over here.”

“I’m used to sensing... Uh, hi Val.” He set the bottle down and waved. “You’re still feeling better, right?” He walked over to her, hands in his pockets, typical bright smile on his face. Like she hadn’t almost died yesterday, like he wasn’t always half-dead himself. 

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Two detectives, one prosecutor (Alexia AU)

Ema Skye. That was the name of a girl passionate about forensic science. Her dream was to become a forensic investigator—not just because she found experiments entertaining, but because she believed that science could reveal the truth, no matter how complex a situation seemed.

Since the SL-9 case, which deeply impacted both her and her older sister, Lana Skye, Ema had grown into a determined teenager. Her eyes still shone with the same resolve as in her childhood, though now she understood the fragility of justice and the dangers within the judicial system. To Ema, science was the only reliable means to ensure that the innocent would not pay for the crimes of others.

After leaving Los Angeles, Ema enrolled in a university in Europe to specialize in forensic science. The experience was tough, both because of the academic demands and the distance from her sister. But every sacrifice brought her closer to her goal: to become an exceptional forensic scientist and, one day, return home to prove that science was the answer to many injustices.

…But luck wasn’t entirely on her side…

Ema had failed the exam required to enter the forensic division of the police. As a result, she didn’t qualify for the role and was instead hired in the Criminal Affairs Department as a homicide detective.

And that’s how we find her now, waiting to be assigned the prosecutor she would work with.

“This is such bullshit…” Ema muttered, irritated. “I just hope the prosecutor I have to work with isn’t an idiot…”

Her thoughts were interrupted when someone entered the break room reserved for detectives. When she turned to see who it was, she recognized a familiar face.

“Chief Detective Gumshoe. A pleasure to see you again,” Ema greeted politely.

Even though she was rather bitter about having been forced into the role of a homicide detective, she wasn’t going to take it out on someone she owed a great deal to for what he did during the 'Lana Skye v. State' trial. She literally owed him her sister’s innocence…

“Hello, pal!” Dick Gumshoe replied with his characteristic grin. “Looks like you’re following in my footsteps here in the force, huh?”

Ema sighed, annoyed. “Yes, much to my dismay—no offense intended,” she crossed her arms, “But what about you, Detective? Are you on break?”

“Oh, no, not really, pal. I actually came to give you a message.”

She raised an eyebrow, curious. “A message? From whom?”

Gumshoe shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you much, pal. All I know is that Mr. Edgeworth sent me to find you. He wants to assign your prosecutor personally,” he scratched his head, “So, yeah. You should probably go see him at the prosecutor’s office now. Mr. Edgeworth doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

That took Ema by surprise. Of course, it wasn’t what she’d call a miracle—if it were, Gumshoe would have said that Miles Edgeworth wanted her to be his detective. But that would mean letting Detective Gumshoe go, something she doubted Edgeworth would do.

Still, if he himself wanted to assign her prosecutor…maybe… this might not be so bad after all…

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2029 - PROSECUTION OFFICE, Chief Prosecutor’s Office

Miles Edgeworth is currently in his office, reviewing and documenting cases that pass through his desk before assigning them to prosecutors by a random draw. However, if he feels that a particular case is significant for the State, he will take it on himself. But that hasn't happened for some time, so he has mainly focused on office work.

His attention shifts when someone knocks on his office door. Miles doesn’t stop what he’s doing, as he knows who’s likely to be visiting. "Come in," he says without looking up from his documents. He hears the door open.

"G-Good afternoon, Mr. Edgeworth," says a voice familiar to him, and he looks up to see none other than Ema Skye, the person he called in.

“Good afternoon to you as well, Detective Skye,” says Miles cordially. “Do you know why I called you here?”

“Well, according to Chief Detective Gumshoe, you wanted to see me to personally assign me to a prosecutor of your choice,” she replies.

Miles nods. “Exactly, Detective Skye.” He takes out his phone. “Allow me to call in the prosecutor who will be under your care.”

Ema remains silent. After a few moments of total silence, the office door opens. Miles is the first to direct his gaze to the new arrival. “You kept us waiting, Athena.”

Ema also turns to look at the newcomer. The first thing she notices is that the person is a young woman, not older than eighteen. She has orange hair tied in a ponytail that reaches a bit below her lower back, and her irises are sapphire blue.

The outfit she’s wearing consists of a long, unbuttoned yellow blazer that reaches below her knees over a black vest with gold buttons, which is over a white shirt. She wears a skirt matching her blazer, black leggings underneath, and low-heeled black shoes. She also has a white cravat tied around her neck, along with a gray device with a light blue screen hanging like a necklace.

Based on her attire alone, Ema can almost guess she’s Mr. Edgeworth’s protégé, or perhaps someone even closer. Her guess is validated when the young woman speaks.

"I'm sorry, Father. I ran into Prosecutor Eustace Winner, and we lost track of time while chatting," Athena apologizes, making a small bow.

Miles doesn’t seem to mind. “It’s fine; no need to apologize. I know how Eustace can be when having a conversation.”

“F-Father?” Ema murmurs, failing to hide her surprise. Miles looks at her with a slight smile.

“Yes, Ema,” says Miles, standing from his desk and moving to stand beside Athena, placing a hand on her shoulder. “This is my daughter, Athena Edgeworth.”

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Skye,” Athena greets. Ema, coming out of her shock, nods in acknowledgment.

“If you haven’t yet figured out why I called Athena here,” Miles says, prompting the brunette to look at him, “it’s because I want you to be the detective in charge of her cases.”

Ema was practically pinching her arm to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, because this moment was simply too good to be true.

Not only had Miles Edgeworth, the chief prosecutor, called her aside to personally assign her to a prosecutor. But he also trusted her and her skills enough to pair her with what was surely the most important person in her favorite prosecutor’s life—his daughter.

“M-Mr. Edgeworth,” Ema began firmly. This was a matter to be taken seriously, at least from her perspective. “It will be a great honor to work alongside your daughter,” she said, looking at Athena. “Ms. Edgeworth, I can guarantee that my science-based methods will ensure each and every one of your cases is built on solid, indisputable evidence.”

Athena offered a small smile. “I look forward to working with you, Detective Skye.”

“So do I, Ema,” Miles added.

Ema was beaming with excitement. This was just too perfect for it to end well... and as if some deity had heard her thoughts, someone suddenly burst into the office, prompting everyone to turn and look.

“OBJECTION, Mr. Edgeworth!” a young woman exclaimed as she entered the office with determined strides.

The first thing they noticed about the newcomer was that she was a young woman, no older than twenty-five (twenty-three). She had long, wavy black hair tied in a ponytail with a pink hair ornament and a golden pin that resembled a large key with three smaller keychains dangling from it. Her eyes were emerald green.

Her attire consisted of a pink vest with rolled-up red sleeves, over which she wore a gray trench coat full of bullet holes, probably from past incidents. She wore a blue scarf, fastened with a golden brooch shaped like a three-legged bird. She had a dark blue skirt, short brown gloves, mesh stockings, and black boots, along with a pink belt holding a brown bag.

Ema quickly recognized the girl who had entered. Her name was Kay Faraday. They had first met at Gatewater Land when Mr. Edgeworth was competing with Agent Lang of Interpol to see who could solve a murder case at the park more efficiently. Of course, Mr. Edgeworth won and caught the real culprit.

Although she contributed a bit with her forensic knowledge, Mr. Edgeworth only solved it with the help of Kay and her device, Little Thief, which could accurately recreate existing locations (provided by previous blueprints that were available). And when additional data was added, it could almost perfectly recreate a crime scene.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the chief prosecutor spoke. “Kay! What is the meaning of this? Didn’t I tell you not to barge into my office like this?!”

Kay, unfazed, responded, “I’m sorry, Mr. Edgeworth. But there was simply no other way for me to get in.” She crossed her arms. “I had to come as quickly as possible to prevent you from making a grave mistake.”

Miles was taken aback. “W-What? Me?”

“Um, Kay,” Athena said, catching her attention. “Could you clarify what mistake you think my father is making?”

With a confident smile, Kay walked over to Athena and, without hesitation, gave her a tight hug, which, while making her smile, left her even more confused.

“Athena, don’t even think for a second that I’d miss the chance to be your detective. I’m here to make sure I’m the one by your side,” declared Kay, casting a challenging look at both Miles and Ema. “And nothing, and no one, is going to stop me from doing so!”

Ema took a few seconds to process what was happening, but when she finally did, she frowned in irritation. Miles, on the other hand, rubbed his temples. “Let me get this straight. You’re saying you want to be Athena’s detective? Is that correct?”

Kay nodded firmly. Miles sighed, exasperated. “Kay, you’re aware that you’re already Eustace’s detective, right? You can’t simply serve as the detective for two prosecutors at once.”

“OBJECTION! That’s not true!” Kay exclaimed, countering, “As far as I know, Gummy was the detective for five different prosecutors, maybe even more. So it is possible for a detective to work for two or more prosecutors at once.”

Miles grumbled softly. He couldn’t deny it—after all, the fact that he’d worked for Franziska alone validated Kay’s point.

“HOLD IT!” Ema exclaimed, drawing attention to herself. In a tone that denoted professionalism, she said, “Detective Faraday, this is not a competition over who Ms. Edgeworth appreciates more. She needs someone who can provide a practical and precise approach in evidence analysis. That someone is me. This isn’t about friendship; it’s about who can offer the necessary support in the cases she’ll take on.”

Kay smiled, not backing down an inch. “And do you think that’s enough? Athena needs someone who can understand her on a more personal level, someone who can support her emotionally as well. Support can’t be reduced to simple data and science. Athena is my friend, and I know I can give her the support she truly needs in this profession.”

Athena’s face reflected a mix of nerves and surprise as she watched both detectives defend their points. Kay had always been a close friend, more than that—practically an older sister. They had shared experiences during her studies at Themis Law Academy, solved mysteries together with her father, and shared a deep connection beyond simple friendship. But on the other hand, Ema’s offer was more structured and practical, something she knew would be a great help in her role as a prosecutor, especially now that she was a rookie.

Miles watched the two detectives in silence, analyzing each argument. He knew both had valid points and recognized the value each would bring to Athena’s growth. But he also understood the importance of balancing emotions and objectivity in an investigation. For now, though, he decided to observe the scene in silence.

Kay seized the moment of silence to continue her argument. “Look, Athena, we’ve known each other for a long time. Do you remember that time at Virtual Mind Inc., when we solved that little mystery about the case of who killed the manager to steal the database? I told you then that I’d always be there for you, and I mean it. I don’t need science or evidence to prove that I’m by your side.”

Athena nodded slightly, recalling those days. It was true; Kay had always been there for her through good and bad, and her loyalty to her was unquestionable.

Ema, however, wasn’t about to back down so easily. “That’s very touching, Detective Faraday. And it’s not something I plan to dispute. But this isn’t Ms. Edgeworth’s internship phase anymore. In the real field, emotional loyalty won’t always be enough. Believe me, I know what I’m talking about.” She crossed her arms, “She needs concrete evidence and scientific analysis to build her cases. And honestly, I don’t think that’s your strong suit.”

Kay let out a soft laugh and tilted her head. “Oh, sure, because a case is always solved with evidence and analysis, right, Detective Skye? Have you ever considered that emotions also play an important role? It’s not all about rules and formulas. If you don’t believe me, why don’t you ask Damon Gant?” This made Ema step back slightly, and both Edgeworths looked at her in surprise, seeing that Kay could be that direct. Without giving Skye time to recover, she continued, “Emotions are something Athena knows how to handle, and she’s not alone in that. I’m sure she’ll need someone to support her emotionally, not just with data.”

Athena parted her lips, trying to interrupt, but the intense gazes of both detectives held her back. Both were so engrossed in their arguments that they didn’t notice her unease.

“Real evidence doesn’t lie, Detective Faraday,” Ema continued in a firm tone. “It’s our duty to seek objective truth. Ms. Edgeworth will face endless evidence and documents in cases, and I have the experience to help her handle that. I don’t mean to say friendship isn’t important—it is. But in this profession, evidence is what matters the most.”

Kay crossed her arms, smirking slightly. “Sure, sure, the scientist has the final say. But, Detective Skye, let’s also remember that in court, evidence isn’t always the only piece of the puzzle. Athena will need someone who understands the nuances of testimonies and can catch contradictions that documents don’t show. It’s more than just scanning a crime scene,” she smiled, victorious, “and I already have a year of experience to back my words. And I haven’t even mentioned Little Thief in all of this. Now, tell me, what do you have to back your words, Detective Skye?”

Ema and Kay exchanged one last look, challenging but without malice, as if each wanted to make their point clear, and then waited in silence for Miles’ final decision.

Miles, who had listened to every word attentively, took a deep breath and spoke with a solemn calmness. “My decision isn’t based solely on individual skills, but on what I believe will be best for Athena’s development as a prosecutor. You’ve both raised valid points, and I don’t doubt that either of you would be an extraordinary choice.”

Athena looked at him with a mix of anxiety and curiosity, her fingers interlaced as her thoughts swirled. In her mind, both perspectives continued to resonate, and although she wished to keep Kay close, she also understood the importance of Ema’s objective approach.

Miles first turned his gaze to Ema, who looked at him with a mixture of nerves and hope. “Athena needs stability in this initial stage. A focus on precision and practical analysis will allow her to build a solid foundation for her cases. Therefore, I’ve decided that Ema will be the detective assigned to assist her.”

Ema’s face lit up with a mix of relief and satisfaction. Still, before she could express her thanks, she noticed Kay’s look.

Kay, though clearly disappointed, gave an ironic smile. “Well, Detective Skye, I suppose you’ll have all the time in the world to teach Athena how to examine a piece of evidence under the microscope. But don’t think I’ll let you have all the fun. I’ll be watching you, and I’m sure Athena will need my ‘perspective’ at some point.”

Ema gave a controlled smile, trying to keep her composure and hide her nervousness. She had only just realized the scene she’d created here in front of both Edgeworths. “Don’t worry, Detective Faraday. Ms. Edgeworth will be in good hands. Although, if you feel the need to confirm it, you’re welcome to see us in action.”

The two exchanged one last challenging look, with a playful touch of hostility that told Athena that, while the rivalry was real, there were no ill intentions—or at least, that was what she hoped.

After a final farewell, they left the office.

Silence returned to the room, and Miles turned to Athena with an understanding expression. He knew this decision hadn’t been easy for her.

Athena took a deep breath, releasing the nerves she’d been holding back all this time. “Father… I know it was the right decision, but somehow, it’s hard to imagine myself without Kay by my side. I feel like I’m leaving something important behind.”

Miles approached her and gave her a pat on the shoulder in a paternal gesture. “I understand how you feel, Athena. Sometimes in our profession, we must make difficult decisions that don’t always satisfy all our desires. Still, I know this choice will help you grow as a prosecutor. And you don’t have to worry about Kay being away from you, because I’m sure that even if I tell her not to interfere with your work, she’ll still be close by.”

Athena nodded, feeling relieved to know her bond with Kay wouldn’t be affected by this decision. “Thank you, Father. I’ll do my best to show that your choice was the right one.”

Miles nodded, pleased. “I know, Athena. Now go, you have work waiting for you out there as a prosecutor. And though Kay won’t be by your side today, you’ll always be able to count on her support… and mine.”

Athena smiled, ready to face her new role with determination, knowing that while Ema would be her investigative partner, she would always have her older sister and father by her side.